|Despite repeated trips to the doctors and dealing with the botched abortion that is our health care system, seeking proper medical treatment for the ailments of you and your loved ones still beats the old dirt nap.|
We plan on being around for awhile yet. Anne pointed out elsewhere my intentions to live to 70. I still plan on at least that.
The bottom line is Gina has to lay off the salt, and our home cooking now reflects that. It makes me think of Pulp Fiction, when Jules was explaining that his girlfriend is a vegetarian, which pretty much made him a vegetarian. But boy, does he loves the tasty of juicy burger. Me too.
I have to tell you though, a reduced sodium diet is not easy. Not that there aren't decent foods to eat and still remain under the threshold. Just that it eliminates convenience foods, prepared foods, and a lot of dining out.
But we are taking it in stride. I need to go through the cupboards and dispense with the higher sodium foods, especially sauces and certain canned goods. Sure, I can still eat them, but it seems mean to eat them in front of Gina. Also, it does her no good to be hungry and eye the cupboard to find cans of chicken soup.
The last couple of nights we grilled meat with no-salt homemade marinades. A little honey drizzled on the chicken made up for the lack of salt. I could have salted the meat on my plate, but I did not. And I am developing a taste for unsalted butter.
The last of the Canadian bacon sits in the fridge -- I might just freeze it, or if someone wants it, stop over. I think it is dated Dec 3.
Hopefully, this will be a temporary measure. The actions are precautionary, as the diagnosis is uncertain. If we've seemed out of the loop and distant, sorry. But we kinda withdrew and focused on trying to figure out what was going on. And when there was so much we didn't know, it was hard to talk about it. There is still plenty we don't know, but I am confident now that everything is going to be just fine.
But yesterday I had a salt craving, and ended up eating some french fries at lunch. I don't even normally eat fries, but damn.