Update on the state of the Tikiera
My mother's husband is very close to getting his weight loss surgery. His son has had a son, and his daughter has had a son, so my mother is often watching little ones. She is still working a minimum wage job. They are still struggling. When she talks about getting food from food pantry, I feel like a failure, because I can't help them. She's now upbeat and happy, because things are going better for them, they are just... I want more for her. She's worked hard all her life.
My father is still not getting the tests he should get, still working so many hours to pay off medical debt, and still being a jerk re: my diet. He thinks all my problems would be solved if I just ate the certain combination of veggies and mushrooms that he saw on tv from someone who he says was a doctor. I have tried to tell him that there is no magic combination of foods, and that I hate broccoli, am getting enough green veggies, that broccoli is not something I eat with my thyroid not being happy, and that i eat 1 cup of spinach and 1 cup of green and red lettuces per day work day, and that's way more than the recommended servings of green veggies for the week. I don't get enough orange/red or purple, and he wanted to bug me about that, I could understand. Still wouldn't be happy, but it would make sense.
The argument over broccoli is long, stupid, and I can't keep him from starting it again. I love my father, I do, he just has gone out in the wackiness of holistic medicine beyond the point where I am willing to follow. Yes, I have used herbs to treat medical conditions. You know, when the medicine I had to take had side effects that made me not take them. After I had exhausted my options.
His partner's death is still making him... less than fully together. I am trying for loving patience. I am.
I am married, and so very happy. I have changed my name. It makes me so very happy. I had to go through all the expectations that I would keep my name, and so many explainations of why that was stupid (my last name was adopted father's name, who to this day thinks I abandoned him when I was ten, that I chose to leave him, and that I knew it would hurt him and did it on purpose.. There are... issues.... there).
Still working for the university. We got raises this year - less than cost of living, and after 3 out of the last five years not getting any raises.
Have been eating healthy. Moving to southern orange county city means farmer's market makes eating healthy less painful and less unpleasant. We have been walking half an hour after work each day. Knee is bothering more, thus proving all the 'exercise more and it will hurt less' opinions of doctors wrong. Oh, well.
My father is still not getting the tests he should get, still working so many hours to pay off medical debt, and still being a jerk re: my diet. He thinks all my problems would be solved if I just ate the certain combination of veggies and mushrooms that he saw on tv from someone who he says was a doctor. I have tried to tell him that there is no magic combination of foods, and that I hate broccoli, am getting enough green veggies, that broccoli is not something I eat with my thyroid not being happy, and that i eat 1 cup of spinach and 1 cup of green and red lettuces per day work day, and that's way more than the recommended servings of green veggies for the week. I don't get enough orange/red or purple, and he wanted to bug me about that, I could understand. Still wouldn't be happy, but it would make sense.
The argument over broccoli is long, stupid, and I can't keep him from starting it again. I love my father, I do, he just has gone out in the wackiness of holistic medicine beyond the point where I am willing to follow. Yes, I have used herbs to treat medical conditions. You know, when the medicine I had to take had side effects that made me not take them. After I had exhausted my options.
His partner's death is still making him... less than fully together. I am trying for loving patience. I am.
I am married, and so very happy. I have changed my name. It makes me so very happy. I had to go through all the expectations that I would keep my name, and so many explainations of why that was stupid (my last name was adopted father's name, who to this day thinks I abandoned him when I was ten, that I chose to leave him, and that I knew it would hurt him and did it on purpose.. There are... issues.... there).
Still working for the university. We got raises this year - less than cost of living, and after 3 out of the last five years not getting any raises.
Have been eating healthy. Moving to southern orange county city means farmer's market makes eating healthy less painful and less unpleasant. We have been walking half an hour after work each day. Knee is bothering more, thus proving all the 'exercise more and it will hurt less' opinions of doctors wrong. Oh, well.