Boring old ham and cheese again for breakfast. But I did make some cauliflower parmesan bits and have just had a few of those.
I really have to get around to making this curry. No reason why I shouldn't. The onions are already cut up, the beans are in a tin (I thought it was chickpeas, but it's butter beans. They'll do.) Coconut milk is in a tin, ready to open - for that I'll have to get out the big commercial tin opener because my wrists aren't up to using a small domestic one. Spices are just in the jars, butter is ready, stock is in the fridge, chicken is shredded and in the fridge. No reason not to do it, except I just want to sleep.
Hoping to feel a bit more lively after I have my iron infusion on Tuesday. Fingers crossed.
Just had a letter in the post saying the dietetics department at the hospital has received my referral but have no idea who referred me, or why. No appointment, just letting me know that I am on their radar.
Alistair was in - he's off sick and was on his way home from A&E, having been sent there from work. He's done some damage to his back, but the hospital doctor thinks it's more muscular than bones. It may be because he's been holding himself differently to protect the injury to his neck and shoulder. Whatever it is, he can barely move, and then only with serious pain. He has been given strong pain killers to help, but looks like being off work for a while. He can't exactly drive around the Island under the influence of strong pain killers. Perhaps he'll feel better when he gets home and can actually take some of the pills.
