I arrived at the dentist office and had two teeth ripped out of my face. Right now I have a headache behind my right eye and in my jaw, the same headache that brings me to tears and that isn't touched by 10-325 Vicodin.
I've put cold packs on and have laid in the dark. Mary Jane wants nothing to do with me a I turn this way then readjust that way. As a matter of fact, she's asleep in front of the mirror. Talk about vanity. She's sleeping next to an image of her furry self. I'd like to sleep.
Out of frustration for the pain I decided I needed to get out of the house. This is the type of pain I want to run from. It's gnawing, aching, pulsating. It dies down then increases to fill the entire right side of my face and on to the shoulder. I was put on much stronger antibiotics. The extractions hurt so badly!!! The dental situation wasn't done by my regular surgeon because this was an emergency appointment.
The highlight of my week has been to getting poison oak. I'm not upset about it, not really. I've got it on my neck and under my chin as well as on my right hand. I've been doing alcohol rinses and so it should calm down pretty soon. I was outside looking for a garden snail, but I can't find one anywhere. I want a garden snail as a pet for a terrarium I have all set up for it. I can't find a snail but I did find poison oak. oops.
I have one emergency dental appointment tomorrow to manage some of the issues that have come up. Tomorrow I won't see my regular dental surgeon but a different man and his nurses. I'm nervous about this because I won't know them. Having a familiar face in the room is helpful. At least with this appointment we fast track the dental saga as a whole. It's possible I'll only have two more appointments with my regular dentist after this.
My body is not managing the saga well at all. I'm very, very tired. The emotional stress of going in slashes at my ability to function during for days after the appointment.
Dinner is cooking and my taste buds are smiling. There's leg of lamb cooking in there. I'll eat part of the lamb tonight and save the juices for an onion soup I have in mind.
I've always eaten dinner late. I'm up until 2 or 3 am so an 8 pm dinner isn't new for me.
I do love to cook. Dr. D mentioned that I haven't made myself real dinners like I used to. He's right. I was in survival mode with my health and in crisis mode with family which saw me eating frozen dinners and cold sandwiches. That's not me at all.
I think back on my culinary training and how I felt this amazing sense of doing what I was born to do. I knew when I was 8 that food has power. Food is an awesome gift to give someone. It touches the heart, not just the stomach. I knew at age 8 what I was born to be.
For many years, some not so distant, I was troubled by the need to quit working as a chef professionally. Imagine a potter having to give up the wheel and take on a fall back profession. Imagine a rose gardener putting down his craft. It feels like a part of you has been taken. It makes you mad. ...continue reading →
Summer will bring kids and their parents to my home which means tea and more tea with painting and more painting plus some history tossed in.
Depending on the country, the ceremony or party, the kids use traditional cups dated as late as the 1940's. My number of countries represented in tea is down to 38 countries because my Kenyan Ceylon container is empty. It's on my list of must have. We've got so many good stores around here but I can't seem to find one that will order this tea for me. I want the loose leaf by Safari.
I let the kids use vintage and antique cups without worrying too much about them breaking but I went ahead and retired my English rose tea pot. I'm a bit more protective of that one. No one uses my daily tea pot either. I'm even more protective of it. I don't fret a lot about the cups being broken but I do expect all to use them respectfully. If one should break then it'll do well as a planter and I can go to Goodwill and search for a replacement. Goodwill is where many online shops get their tea cups for which they charge exorbitant prices.
Yay!! I finally was able to refill my lapsang souchong. This seems extra smokey but still good. I prefer Teavana but who on earth has that kind of money? I first came across this tea after someone purchased from Teavana but didn't like it. I inherit teas this way all the time.
A few months ago I received a nice present in the mail called Chamomile Bloom Herbal Tea. That is one beautiful tea. The florals in it are ...beautiful which meant I was going to have to eventually have some more of that stuff. I looked at the ingredients list. I now have them all.
If you understand how to read a recipe or ingredients list then you can duplicate packaged tea. Getting as close as possible or duplicating teas means I don't have to spend a small fortune on this passion of mine. I can mix some up as I go or I can mix a larger amount of herbs and store it as a Sundrip Tea. I'll have to start calling these Sundrip Tea. lol.
A friend purchased a grocery store brand called Berry & Ancient Flowers. It's a green tea by Private Selection. I'm not crazy about blueberry unless its yogurt, but the strong florals make the blueberry tolerable for me. Knowing I may want the tea again, I had to check the ingredients and see if I had everything. I did, with the exception of Calendula which appears to be helpful in several ways. I noticed that Calendula has warnings for people on sedatives, high blood pressure medication and those with diabetes.
Even though I've got a knowledgeable individual guiding me, I still make mistakes with homeopathy. The difficulty is one brought up when I was in Culinary School. There is a severe lack of standards and regulations, and people tend to forget that these flowers are medicine. Done correctly, homeopathy has done me a world of good, especially for my situation. But, mistakes in dosing or conflicts with pharmaceuticals can cause serious and other times humorous side effects. This is my segue to a part I'll call, "How to know if you've taken too much turmeric tincture" aka "Good Lord I can't stop throwing up my internal organs."
I have so very little lap sang souchong and probably won't have more any time soon. I love that stuff. I've used it on special occasions and with people who didn't know what they were getting into. I only gave them a little though cause I didn't want it wasted.
It's been over a month since I've had a good, formal tea party. I don't know when I'll have another but when I do I'll have Yerba Mate. This teas isn't exactly new to me but it's not one I've owned. One of the things I love to do is look up the story behind the tea. I've discovered that most tea has folklore attached to it. There are so many to read with this one and I can't wait to get to them.
I've noticed that there are several different areas where this tea is grown so I'm eager to taste those, too. I've always said that when you eat or drink something grown in the earth, you've tasted that part of the world. So far I've tasted the earth of 38 countries and provinces. I intend to add to Uruguay and Argentina to that list, places where mate grows naturally.
I can't get lap sang souchong here in Indiana but I can many other teas. I'm nearly out of my Kenyan tea so I refuse to share that.
One might say this gift benefits my friends and me because if they're healthy then they can visit, if not they must say far, far away. I don't go as far as to take temperatures, or listen to their lungs or do a culture sample before they enter the apartment, but, I do take one preventative measure that benefits all.
You know how you give your friends a health tip and they agree it works but they never do it? This little gift does most of the work for them. It's easy. I filled a few glass baby food jars with raw honey, a lemon slice and a little bit of distilled water. It's a pretty little gift jar to put in their fridge that will help their immune system, help break up phlegm and sooth their throat. I called the gift, "Everything but the Whiskey" because once you add a little bit of whiskey to a cup, warm up a bit of honey and lemon then you've got a hot toddy.
The must have in a hot toddy
Raw organic honey and fresh lemon
Optional herbs and spices fresh ginger, cloves, cinnamon, nutmeg
Alcohol options for hot toddy
Whiskey, rum, scotch or brandy
I talk a lot about tea time but not much about all that it involves. The tea time I'm talking about is my private moment not the tea parties or beautiful tea ceremonies I have with friends.
What I call tea time is a specific time during the day when I slow down, catch my breath and throw off the burdens of the day. At that time I don't take phone calls, clean the house or manage major life stuff. My tea time is meant to be a time to recharge.
We talked about the two incidents with police officers I had during the time that black people were being shot left and right. We talked about how my close friend holds beliefs that are bigoted but that she herself is not a racist. We talked about how these three experiences where race was at the center of the issue have changed my view of the world.
We talked about the history Betty and I share, about her adding extra Downy to my laundry because she knows I like it, about taking me to the doctor, the store and other places all the time. We used to go to lunch together. We giggled like school girls while having tea. This is not a person who is a racist, she's a person with some pretty messed up views that affect me. Our friendship is too valuable to let go of because she has thinking that isn't up to date. She is valuable to me... and yet, the experience does make me even more aware of the skin I wear.
Tomorrow I'm having company. We're having a light lunch and girl talk. I'd like to be excited about it and perhaps I will be tomorrow as the time grows near. What I want now is to roll over and go back to sleep. To do so would feed my depression. I only intend to feed friends. Although depression has been with me for 3 decades, we are not friends!
A few Londoners I know threw one heck of a tea party about a year ago. She asked that they wear dress hats and gloves. Since she loves to host, she made certain there were all the stereotypical things available, and placed on beautiful display. I've been to a grill they hosted, but I wasn't able to go to the tea party. They're fun people and very hospitable.