So, last weekend we roasted a turkey breast - just the breast. We decided neither of us really likes dark meat. This is leftovers - Steve made a gravy with and olive oil-flour roux, and vegetable broth. And we had to try the cranberries.
MMMMM, just a plate of Comfort Food Goodness. That's all.
We wanted burgers. And seasoned fries. Rather than making messy burgers in a frying pan, we made meatballs, in the oven, in the baking muffin stone. And put them on small buns (the homemade Yogurt Rolls). With blue cheese dressing. Like sliders. Yum.
I took a break from shredding, and just piled up the rejects as I sorted. I still have about this many more in bags in a bin (reserved, before I decided to shred the rejects). Our shredder will get a workout. Destruction is nice!
So, I emailed my Dr's office. Nurse replied: if you fainted, come in to rule out anything serious.
I took today off to scan photos (only got through a third of them!). Dr's office had an appt this afternoon. Waiting on bloodwork, but Dr. thinks fainting was due to overstimulation - vagus nerve slows heart rate, blood pressure drops, you faint, regain consciousness, and it resets. Who knew?
Also, the dregs from being sick a couple weeks ago - still tired, tired, tired. Dr. ordered me to rest. Staying home the rest of the week.
So, interesting commute home yesterday. I passed out briefly on the train! I think it was a combination of factors - maybe I didn't have enough for lunch, low blood sugar, I got hot on my walk from the office to Metro, I just missed a train and had to stand in the warm train station till one arrived, jam-packed. The sardine can was crowded and hot, and I had to stand, reaching way up to hold on.
Between Fort Totten and PG Plaza, I started to get spots in front of my eyes. Then I was sitting on the floor, and this man was saying to me, "Hello? You with me?" Some woman said, "Do we need to call emergency?" I said, "No, no, I just got overheated." This woman gave me her seat and three people helped me up, and I took my jackets off. I texted Steve to meet me at the gate. In the sea of people who were at the gate - there was some delay and our train had about twice the usual number of passengers.
After we got home, I had to take a shower. Then had a big dinner - the chorizo-white bean-zucchini stuff, with rice (so much for cutting carbs). And a piece of cake (so much for cutting carbs). (And, still Sylar's fault - we finished up Season 3 of Heroes, but who can forget: "Cake!"). And I took a sleeping pill and slept 9 1/2 hours.
Went to work today, but Darla sent me home at noon. I'm still kind of tired, and she was surprised I came in at all.
Taking tomorrow off, too, but that was already planned - to get photo scanning done.
This used to happen to me a lot as a teenager, although I never actually passed out. I'd get dizzy in church and have to sit down. My Mom told me she used to pass out in church.
I destroyed all my old photo negatives yesterday. I got out my photos to look for something, and saw the big envelope full of smaller ones, all my negatives sorted and labeled, since like the 80s. Why am I keeping them?
I tossed them into a big trash bag full of shredding. Then I got paranoid someone might find them and start looking through them, so I cut them all up - a scissor cut through each photo.
I'm going low-carb for a bit, so I thought it would give us a lot of leftovers. In this month's Martha Stewart Living, she shows how to "spatchcock" it **language!** - or, butterfly it. Rather easy. We didn't have any sides, at all. I made a vegetable soup with carrot, onion, kale and vegetable broth. That was done before the turkey so we had some. I made more Cold Summer Borscht Saturday. I had some of that before the turkey. When the turkey was done, that was all we had.