(and by that, I don't mean pastries. though you should treat yourself to something today, no?)
There is, at this very moment, a soup mug of hot cocoa (two packets of cocoa mix plus a small dark chocolate bar broken up into it) on my desk. Except when it is in my hands.
And yeah, I'm very glad I hopped up as fast as I did when she said she was dizzy, because I hate the thought of her getting hurt (though the difference between her being safely lowered to the floor and smacking her head into a door frame on the way down would have been less than three seconds).
WS, glad you were there when the resident keeled over - and glad it sounds like they're recovering. It might have been a TIA - similar symptoms to a stroke, but people tend to recover quickly.
I'm very happy about her being back home so fast myself. And a TIA makes sense, because a couple times in the past year or so we've noticed a brief period of slurred speech, or something not quite right about her gait as she walked, together with some confusion - but nothing as dramatic and easy to put a finger on as this - more like, "Wow, that's wacky, we'd better keep our eyes open."
WS, that's so scary! I'm glad you were there for the resident, too.
I am at work. I had a great meeting with the new HoS today, and I think I'm on track to slowly take over the new faculty program. I think I would prefer that to the deanship (despite getting neither a reduction in class load nor more money), but we'll see. I'm feeling marginally better today. My head is still a bit throbby and my throat a bit sore, but I think my fever is down. I had more to say, but my headache ate it.
On the kids and whole milk thing from a while ago: my mom had us drink whole milk until we were two, as the recommendations at the time said to, then switched us to skim milk, which we refused to drink, because when we were used to whole milk, it tasted wrong. I remember once, in first grade, I was over at a friend's house and came home and told my mom, "The milk they have at Elizabeth's house tastes good! I had two glasses." She asked Elizabeth's mother and found out that she was serving either whole or 2% milk, and explained to me that that kind of milk wasn't healthy for my heart.
We drank skim milk. I remember that I went to my great aunt's house, and I thought that the milk was bad because it tasted funny, but it was just whole milk.
We drank skim. At some point, I started watering it down. The homogenization was Mother's issue with 2%.
Lillian must have stolen the bad sleep from D. Am filled with gronk.
I always drank 1% lactaid milk and still do. The skim lactaid milk is just too watery for me.
I just found a recipe for vegan gefilte fish. I'm almost tempted to make it, just to be able to say I did. (The base is potatoes, eggplant, and matzo meal, plus some onions and garlic and spices.)
Interesting. I find that I like gefilte fish if it's not in the goo. My BFF's MIL brings it down from her deli in Philly, and they pack the fish and the goo separately. We just toss the goo and eat the dry fish with horseradish. sooooo good.
