Nearly weekend update!!! Wherein I discuss baked goods, HIV meds and Terri Schaivo's new Zoomba dvd!
I just slept for a good thirteen hours, which I obviously needed, so why do I feel so gosh darned guilty?
Also, I just unmolded my Pumpkin-Habanero Cheesecake. It is friggen gorgeous. probably one of the smoothest and best looking cheesecakes I have ever made. Now it needs to spend a little time in the freezer so I can pour the bourbon-caramel glaze on and get the proper setting. Funny I go through all this effort to make a cheesecake look nice before I slice it apart, yet I make fun of satanslisunbeam for making the bed every morning.
In other news, I have gained a significant amount of weight back. I am still not as big as I was prior to the hospital, but I don't look like Skeletor anymore. I desperately need a haircut, and I am going fucking CRAZY with nothing to do all day since I am not "allowed" to work. Which, thats another thing. I am twenty-eight years old, yet I have stipulations placed on me as if I was a fucking toddler. Ok sure, so there is no way I could hold down a full time job, especially as a cook since a walk across our five hundred square foot apartment leaves me winded and weak. But for fucks sakes I get so BORED. Not to mention the whole being perpetually broke thing drives me ape shit.
The holes in my chest from the chest tubes are healing nicely, though I still need to have the sutures removed. My HIV meds are working nicely, and with far less ill side effects than when I was first on meds. It's amazing how the science advances so quickly.
So, with these developments, there have of course come a few set backs. The main being that I cannot possibly open my bakery any time soon. I'm far too weak to bake, let alone start a business and deal with that kind of stress. With me not working, our already low household income has dwindled from low to practically nothing. We're genuinely worried about how we're going to pay bills and rent. Though, to be fair, we've managed before and I've faith that we can manage again.
I have a lot to be thankful for though. It's not all negative. I have a wonderful family, both blood related and self made, who have made it known that they love me. I have a roof over my head, food in my belly, nice clothes on my back and a dearth of first world conveniences. Not least of all, my amazing husband, who I have really put through the ringer the past two years, and who has stayed by my side through everything. Offering me nothing but love and support.
So yeah, I may be bored with not working, and I may be more than a little stressed at how we're going to pay bills and rent, but when I stop and think, I realize that I am still alive, and that I have a lot of amazing stuff going for me.
Hows that for a status update, bitches?!
Also, I just unmolded my Pumpkin-Habanero Cheesecake. It is friggen gorgeous. probably one of the smoothest and best looking cheesecakes I have ever made. Now it needs to spend a little time in the freezer so I can pour the bourbon-caramel glaze on and get the proper setting. Funny I go through all this effort to make a cheesecake look nice before I slice it apart, yet I make fun of satanslisunbeam for making the bed every morning.
In other news, I have gained a significant amount of weight back. I am still not as big as I was prior to the hospital, but I don't look like Skeletor anymore. I desperately need a haircut, and I am going fucking CRAZY with nothing to do all day since I am not "allowed" to work. Which, thats another thing. I am twenty-eight years old, yet I have stipulations placed on me as if I was a fucking toddler. Ok sure, so there is no way I could hold down a full time job, especially as a cook since a walk across our five hundred square foot apartment leaves me winded and weak. But for fucks sakes I get so BORED. Not to mention the whole being perpetually broke thing drives me ape shit.
The holes in my chest from the chest tubes are healing nicely, though I still need to have the sutures removed. My HIV meds are working nicely, and with far less ill side effects than when I was first on meds. It's amazing how the science advances so quickly.
So, with these developments, there have of course come a few set backs. The main being that I cannot possibly open my bakery any time soon. I'm far too weak to bake, let alone start a business and deal with that kind of stress. With me not working, our already low household income has dwindled from low to practically nothing. We're genuinely worried about how we're going to pay bills and rent. Though, to be fair, we've managed before and I've faith that we can manage again.
I have a lot to be thankful for though. It's not all negative. I have a wonderful family, both blood related and self made, who have made it known that they love me. I have a roof over my head, food in my belly, nice clothes on my back and a dearth of first world conveniences. Not least of all, my amazing husband, who I have really put through the ringer the past two years, and who has stayed by my side through everything. Offering me nothing but love and support.
So yeah, I may be bored with not working, and I may be more than a little stressed at how we're going to pay bills and rent, but when I stop and think, I realize that I am still alive, and that I have a lot of amazing stuff going for me.
Hows that for a status update, bitches?!