Tuesday, September 28, 2004
I Could’ve had a V8!
The first one of my life. It was quite tasty and I plan on making it a regular thing. Because we lack a regular supply of fresh fruit and vegetables, I’m willing to try just about anything (but still no broccoli). My mother always said, when I turned my nose up at something, “You don’t know what you are missing.” I guess she was right. Last year, I took a liking to tomatoe soup when Mary convinced me to dip my grilled cheese sandwich in some. I hope to eventually work up to a Bloody Mary, but one day at I time, I guess.
While at home, I visited a dietician to inquire about alternative ways to get the vitamins, minerals, etc, found in fresh produce. When we made the appointment, we were told that it would be at no charge: she wanted to do her part to support the troops. She gave me a list of items to get at Trader Joes: mostly nuts and dried fruits. She was being so nice and I guess I was a little overwhelmed by her kindness as when she asked how old my kids were, I started to choke up and got out, “Two …” and then I started crying - blubbering - which took her by surprise. My boys are a very sensitive topic for me as they have, unwittingly, made the biggest sacrifice during my deployment. She said she was sorry she touched a soft spot and when I didn’t stop crying, she went to get some tissues. Being a dietician’s office, rather than a therapist’s office, she came back with all she could find, some paper towels. When I finally got out their ages, she said, trying to comfort me, "Oh, that's not a bad age, imagine if they were 15 and getting into all kinds of trouble." She had a point. She spent an hour with me going over a diet and as I left, she gave me a hug.
The first one of my life. It was quite tasty and I plan on making it a regular thing. Because we lack a regular supply of fresh fruit and vegetables, I’m willing to try just about anything (but still no broccoli). My mother always said, when I turned my nose up at something, “You don’t know what you are missing.” I guess she was right. Last year, I took a liking to tomatoe soup when Mary convinced me to dip my grilled cheese sandwich in some. I hope to eventually work up to a Bloody Mary, but one day at I time, I guess.
While at home, I visited a dietician to inquire about alternative ways to get the vitamins, minerals, etc, found in fresh produce. When we made the appointment, we were told that it would be at no charge: she wanted to do her part to support the troops. She gave me a list of items to get at Trader Joes: mostly nuts and dried fruits. She was being so nice and I guess I was a little overwhelmed by her kindness as when she asked how old my kids were, I started to choke up and got out, “Two …” and then I started crying - blubbering - which took her by surprise. My boys are a very sensitive topic for me as they have, unwittingly, made the biggest sacrifice during my deployment. She said she was sorry she touched a soft spot and when I didn’t stop crying, she went to get some tissues. Being a dietician’s office, rather than a therapist’s office, she came back with all she could find, some paper towels. When I finally got out their ages, she said, trying to comfort me, "Oh, that's not a bad age, imagine if they were 15 and getting into all kinds of trouble." She had a point. She spent an hour with me going over a diet and as I left, she gave me a hug.
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