Mediterranean vegetable pasta

Yesterday I said, I think, that I was expecting the surgical consultant to have not spoken to my genetic consultant.

Today I walked into the consulting room, the consultant looked at my crutches, and said “what are you using those for?”, rather proving my point. He got a little testy when I started insisting that he (or at least his team) liaise with my usual consultant before I agree to anything, then reconsidered when I said I had no idea if or how my condition might affect my reaction to anaesthesia.

The final conclusion was that I need to lose some weight before they’ll consider doing surgery. I was expecting a bit of snottiness from the consultant about my weight, given that he started by telling me “you’re overweight”, as if that’s something I was somehow unaware of, but he was actually quite helpful.

He’s going to refer me to the ‘healthy living’ team, who I’m hoping will be able to give me some targeted advice given the limitations and effects of my condition. (Namely that my body stores fat in weird ways, and that I have exercise intolerance (which I know sounds like a pathetic lie to get out of exercise but honestly is a real thing), plus of course I use crutches.)

Then home, to tabby purrs and mum panicking about tomorrow’s dentist appointment.

[Which reminds me: this morning mum told me she was worried she had endometriosis, because she had a headache. They were talking about endometriosis on tv and I guess her brain just latched on to the word. I was less sympathetic than I could / should have been, I admit, because it just struck me as such a ridiculous thing to worry about. Luckily, after an initial sulk, she forgave (or maybe just forgot about) my initial response.]

For dinner I roasted some ready-prepared Mediterranean veg, to which I added a handful of garlic cloves to make a sauce. Midway through The Chase, the sound of a distant explosion puzzled mum and me: I went to check the veg and found one of the garlic cloves had gone bang. Not messily so, thankfully, but I had to scoop up the escaped garlic to make the sauce.

Which I did by mashing the roasted garlic with vegetable stock and some of the pasta cooking water, then stirred in the roasted veg and the pasta. Topped with more grated parmesan than I’ve risked for some time, it was very delicious: maybe because I didn’t have any lunch, it barely touched the sides.

Then one of the cherry yoghurts I eat because they’re good for dealing with the effects of too many antibiotics, even if I have to eat them with my breath held because they taste nasty. (I don’t know if it’s actually the yoghurt itself or if it’s the effects of the antibiotics making my mouth taste weird. Maybe both.)

So that’s that for today. Tomorrow is dentist (thankfully one of mum’s friends will go in with her, so I don’t have to risk another panic attack), then grocery delivery, then collapsing in an exhausted heap, no doubt.

As always, see you tomorrow, y’all.