Huh, I never got near a computer all day yesterday. But it was a good busy. The work day was spent entirely with one client, who was over the top when he arrived, and needed one on one time to calm him down...The Cat in the Hat, x2. And, a book with music from Sesame Street, me singing every song and tapping the rhythm on his leg or back...and hacking my voice. But it was still good.
Then my afternoon client who I haven't seen for a week because of illness. He is going downhill pretty fast
I never thought I would say this, but a feeding tube would change this guy's life. He is losing the ability to swallow, and other clients I know (two of them) who cannot swallow and have feeding tubes, are normal weight, well fleshed, no pressure sores, energetic. Mr E, who I had to coach for every sip of ensure he took yesterday, is literally wasting away, and it makes me sad. The plain fact is, with a feeding tube, a person can get enough calories. That's the bottom line. When you can't swallow, it is impossible to get enough calories, and you get underweight, and when you are in a wheelchair, the pressure sores start up. With enough calories, the skin can be healthy and firm, and a little fat on the bones softens the pressure points where the person has to sit all day long. But they are resistant to the idea of a tube
I ate some M&M's at their house
but I also ate the last of my baba ganoush and veggies, and that was the last of my food for the day. Well, I had a taste of my sister's green curry at a restaurant. But I get ahead of myself.
After work I pulled weeds in the garden, then went to group. I wore the CUTEST girly blouse. The lowest cut top I ever wore in my LIFE, and the VS push-up bra absolutely made it work. Made of a lightweight pleated fabric, with plunging v-neck. Calico type print of magenta, peach, orange, and khaki. The front gathers right beneath the breasts, with the effect of ruffles and soft pleats to the hem. It's ruffly without being frou-frou. I felt SO feminine in it. I'm loving how confident it makes me, getting the weight off.
And, because of that plunging v-neck, I was more self-conscious than i wanted to be. Oh, well. It was still dang cute.
Then, after group I met my mom, my sister, and her family at a restaurant, and this is where the changes in me manifested themselves: I sat and visited with everyone, sipping on ice water, while they ordered and ate.
My sis had green curry with chicken. I had a couple of tastes of that (just the creamy broth...oooh,yum!) and a bite of her egg drop soup. (and I LOVED the rich flavor of the egg in that...whoever would have considered EGG to be rich...)
There are lots of vegetarian options at this place, and I was invited to join them, but I just wasn't interested.
And when I got home at 9:00 it was bedtime and I DID NOT have a snack. Just brushed my teeth and hit the hay! The last thing I ate was some baba ganoush and veggie stix at 5:00 pm at my client's house.
I proud of myself
Today's Plan:
B: Oatmeal w/raisins and brown sugar
L: saute'd yellow squash and onion over rice
D: ratatouille? I have eggplant
I will be serving dinner at the rescue mission, so I want to eat before I go there for sure.