Right now, until the next time i get blood work and urinalysis done, i am not allowed to eat the following:

salt, salt substitutes, sugar, sugar substitutes, dairy, wheat, anything high in potassium, anything high in cholesterol.

I am allowed to have one egg a week and one banana a week.

I am already a vegetarian, and i wasn't planning on eating meat any time soon. Unless, of course, my dietary restrictions must continue. Then, i may consider adding chicken to my diet, in as minimal amounts as i can.

Meal planning is interesting. Today, i made this stew:


In it there are onions, peppers, celery, a box of Pomi chopped tomatoes (everything else has salt or potassium added!!) a can of low salt black beans and some tempeh. With that, we had corn on the cob -- with lime juice and chili powder instead of butter and salt.

I miss you, potato chips.....

I realize, today, how much i hate doctors.

I am sorry, (e:Jenks).

I think doctors are all assholes who really do not actually care about the welfare of patients. It's all about "interesting cases" or how many appointments can i rush through in a day or who gives a shit if a patient waits 2 hours, my time is more valuable. Money is more important than people.

And fuck you if you are upset by a diagnosis. It must be a manifestation of the illness. No time for your tears. No time for compassion. Here's some meds. Take them. And no, i don't have time to explain why. Ask the pharmacy what they are for.

Oh, yeah, here, too, are some more lab orders. Nope, none of your business what they are for. No time to explain. Bye.

I hate doctors.

A while back, (e:Ladycroft) used a term to describe fake vegetarian bacon -- facon, bacon with an f. Since then, i have co-oped that term for all sorts of things. Fake chicken, ficken; fake burger, furger. You get the idea.

Well, we all know about my obsession. My life is so boring, that's pretty much all i post about.

So, today, (e:Uncutsaniflush) and i were out shopping. At Marshals someone has fake chucks. Yep, from now on, i will call them fucks.

Thanks, (e:Ladycroft).

I painted a room.

The previous owners let their 13 year old daughter paint a mural on the walls and ceiling.

Here are the before shots in all their glory. Glossy black ceiling, glow in the dark moon, trees, owls, suns and a sunflower... all on a blue backdrop.













I did not take pictures of each step... because even (e:Paul) would not want to remember every step of this torture.

I cleaned and scraped the sticky tack used to hang posters with brushes and used adhesive removers. I used non-phosphate tsp to clean the walls, i snaded, i cleaned again, i did a coat of primer on the black bits, then 2 coats on all of it (which meant the black had 3 coats). Then, i painted the ceiling white and the walls orange.

Here are a couple of during pics, one mainly to show you how disgusting the carpeting was...





Lastly, the almost finished room. It needs details like better flooring, window coverings, some artwork and some bibs and bobs.... but, i finished it. With one day to spare.