Creamy sausage and greens pasta

As I mentioned a while ago (at least I think I did), I am currently coming off the antidepressants I’ve been taking for many years. My brain and body chemistry is, as a result, a total mess, and I’m getting mood swings that I’m trying my hardest to control for mum’s sake.

One minute I’m struggling not to cry because Suki is hiding and won’t come out (for very good reasons, discussed below), the next I’m struggling not to snarl at mum because she looked at the pasta meal I was making and started talking about how much she likes jacket potatoes. (And, even more annoying, she was right that jacket potatoes would have been nicer.)

Besides all that: my new chair arrived today. One of the delivery guys brought it in, set it up, stood it up, and noticed it was far too wobbly to be safe. So he took it away again, and brought back my old, broken chair. Which, after a few minutes outside, was no longer broken.

I went from frustration to relief back to frustration. Once the delivery guys had gone, mum managed to persuade Suki to come out (emerging purr-first from under the cupboard), and a good snuggle session eased my mood briefly. But soon Suki went back under her cupboard, and I went back, very half-heartedly, to writing minutes.

Then the window cleaner came round, and that was the last I have seen Suki today, just when I could really do with a good purr.

This afternoon I should have done one or more of the many things on my to-do list, but instead I killed zombies on my phone and half-watched the tv so I could respond to mum’s various comments about the action.

This evening I made pasta to a Simply Cook recipe but using different veg as I didn’t have what we needed. Except for tinned tomatoes, which we have but mum doesn’t like. It was OK, but a bit heavy on the cream for someone like me who isn’t very tolerant of lactose. Particularly as, like an eejit, I had ice cream afterwards.

Tomorrow I will be accompanying mum to a dentist appointment, which will be ‘fun’ as I have a severe and longstanding dental phobia. Needless to say, I really am not looking forward to it.

And so to the end of the day, and the discovery that Suki goes crazy for catnip. Sadly I didn’t get a photo of her hunting her own back leg, but here she is with her catnip fish, now a touch soggy where she drooled all over it. I even laughed at her rolling around on the floor: thanks, Suki. 😻