My Bathroom Is A Safe Place

A few days ago, my friend R came over and did some work for me in my bathroom. I’ve been in need of a handheld showerhead for a while, so he picked one up for me, along with a few other items to make my bathroom a safer place. In days past, I would have been able to make these changes to my home without anyone’s help. I enjoyed going to the hardware store and searching the isles for the items I needed to do different jobs around my home: paint, brushes, tools, fixtures. Then I would come home and get started on my project, and over the course of a weekend or a few weeks, I would work for every hour I could until I finished. When I did finish – regardless of how good or bad the outcome – it would fill me with pride to know I used my hands to get the job done.

The showerhead R got me is quite nice. Before buying it, he did a bit of research and sent product descriptions for me to review and choose the model I liked best. The one I chose is lightweight and has a six-foot hose, so it’s easy to manage in the shower. The main selling feature was the variety of spray settings. It has eight different spray settings including two different massages and one just for shampoo rinsing. I think I’m most excited about the shampoo rinsing setting than all the others, because I’ve let my hair grow a lot since my illness started so washing my hair is a pain – this showerhead might save me from chopping it off.

The other things R got for me are some grab bars. Last winter I fell in the bathtub, and since then I’ve been using a shower chair when I take a shower. Unfortunately, I’m still not one hundred percent steady on my feet. The occupational therapist I saw in the spring had written a recommendation for me to have grab bars installed in my shower to help with my balance and keep me safe while standing on the wet surface of my bathtub. I had hoped that after surgery, I would be strong enough not to need them, but that’s not the case. The grab bars R bought me are amazing. They don’t require any drilling into the bathroom tiles for installation. They have super suction pads that lock on to the surface of the bathroom tiles. The sealed grip is so strong R couldn’t make them budge.

My bathroom is a safe place now. I have a shower chair, an anti-slip mat on the bathtub floor, a handheld showerhead, and, thanks to R, grab bars on the walls to prevent me from taking a fall like the one I did last winter. In a strange way, I feel motivated to get better and stronger so I don’t have to depend on these tools to do something as simple as taking a shower. However, having them does give me a chance to be gentle with myself because I remember blaming myself for falling. I harshly chastised myself repeatedly for not paying attention to what I was doing before I fell – completely discounting the possibility that I might have fallen because I was lightheaded from my pain medications. I blamed myself, even though it all happened so quickly, it would have been impossible for anyone to stop the fall. As much as I wish I didn’t have to use these new tools, I’m glad I have them. Because I remember the force with which I landed on the bathtub floor; how sore my hip and shoulder were for weeks after; and my immense gratitude that I hadn’t hit my head as I fell, and I don’t want to have that experience or those feelings again – ever.

 

OutKast – So Fresh, So Clean

Breakfast for Dinner

I often have breakfast for dinner. After all, one of my favourite foods is pancakes. I found a simple recipe, with only four ingredients, that doesn’t require a lot of effort to make very tasty pancakes. I’ve made some small changes to the recipe

  • ½ Cup Flour
  • ¾ Cup Plain Yogurt (I use Balkan style instead of Greek)
  • 1 Teaspoon Baking soda
  • 2 Large Eggs
  • ½ Teaspoon Salt (My option)

I’m able to make the batter within about fifteen minutes. I mix the dry ingredients (flour, baking soda, salt) in a large mixing bowl. Then I mix the wet ingredients (yogurt and eggs) in a separate, smaller bowl. I use a hand mixer to whip the yogurt and eggs together, and then I pour them into the bowl with the dry ingredients. When the batter is smoothly whipped, I start cooking the pancakes. I lightly oil the pan with olive oil. When the pan is hot – I place it on medium heat – I pour in the batter and make medium-sized pancakes (about 14 centimeters or 5.5 inches).Yes, I actually measured them with a ruler.

While I make the pancakes, I usually sit on a chair in front of the stove. I still have difficulty standing for long periods, and making a meal – any meal – makes it necessary for me to stand. When making meals that are more complicated than pancakes I have to make the choice to power through to the end or do the prep work, take a break, then finish cooking later. Either way, how long I have to stand to prepare a meal affects my pain levels. However, this is one meal I don’t mind having a bit of extra pain to eat.

I forgot to mention, the recipe makes enough pancakes for two adults. Unless you’re someone with the appetite of a growing teen-aged boy, you can probably cut the amount of the ingredients in the recipe in half. I also like adding some scrambled eggs to my breakfast for dinner. When I finish all the cooking, before I dig in, I slather each pancake with butter and pour a healthy helping of pure maple syrup over the stack. Every forkful I eat confirms that there shouldn’t be rules for when you can eat a food. If you love something, eat it at any meal of the day to nourish your body and please your taste buds.

 

Jack Johnson – Banana Pancakes

Food Is An Expression Of Love

Cooking food for someone might be one of the best ways to express your love for her or him. Some of my family members started cooking for me when they realized how ill I am. One uncle in particular cooks multiple meals then puts the food in individual, meal-sized portion aluminum containers, which he labels so I know what meal I can look forward to eating next. I store the containers in my freezer then defrost one when I’m ready to eat a delicious home-cooked meal.

Chicken Dinner 1 Chicken Dinner 2

Before I had surgery, my uncle was one of the sources of the red meat one of my doctors ordered me to eat to raise my hemoglobin level. I remember asking him to make me a lasagne when I came home after my surgery. When he showed up to my home he had two shopper bags filled with those aluminum containers with different meals. Tonight I’m eating chicken that my uncle made for me. As it’s been warming in my oven, the aroma of it has filled my home and it smells delicious. The smell of it reminds me of how much I’m loved.

 

Booker T & the M G ‘s – Green Onions