The last few days have been quiet. Work was quiet. There were very few people at work. I did some stuff and ran into a deep, underlying problem that is likely a problem for more than just the thing I ran into it for. I'm going to have to clean this up sometime. I was pretty tired all three days from getting up four or five times a night, from swelling in the feet and legs, and dealing with wearing the splints.
The splints definitely help at night. I'm not waking up with really hurting or completely asleep hands anymore. The hands are still swelling during the day, but ice keeps it down and I am just doing some things anyway. They go down at night and with the splints they're pretty normal in the morning. The nerves don't seem to be taking damage, which is why I'm still typing and still talking with some people on-line.
John made a dinner of potstickers, fried white turnip cake (from the Pacific Ocean grocery store), and spinach salad Wednesday night. It was really filling and really good. He and the Fish played pattycake so hard John was rolling around on the floor laughing and I was laughing pretty hard from all the poking and prodding, inside and out. I am very glad I'm not ticklish, or I'd likely have been incapacitated. John also packed up all the recycling.
So the Baby Buggy was just stuffed with stuff on Thursday. I was pretty depressed because I wasn't getting anywhere with work, so at lunch time I drove out to Good Times to just eat a cheeseburger and onion rings. The recycling slid about with me, but I got there and back okay. The lunch was healthy for my soul if not my heart. By the time dinner time came around I had a really strong craving for tonkatsudon, or fried pork cutlet over rice with a savory egg custard, a Japanese dish that often signifies comfort food for me. John asked me if we had to go to the grocery store and I said that we had everything at home, which seemed to please him a great deal. That's when we realized we had to dump everything at the recycling center in the dark, and going without the extra grocery store trip, then, seemed a very good thing indeed.
The very first thing I did when we got home was cook a cup of white rice in our rice cooker. I pulled one of the thick, loin pork chops from the freezer and partially defrosted it. I also put a cup and a half of water in a pot with a chunk of dashi seaweed, scored, in it to boil. The chop was still partially frozen which made it easy to slice it into three thin cutlets by cutting it thickness wise. I then got my meat mallet out and pounded each of those cutlets down to about a quarter of an inch, until they were pretty much as thin as they'd get. By now the dashi water had boiled, so I turned off the fire under it and poured a packet of bonito shavings into the broth and just let it settle. I then broke three eggs into a bowl, beat them up, and poured about two tablespoons of the beaten mixture into a shallow, wide bowl. I added a bit of water to that small amount and beat that. I put flour in one plate and patanko crumbs in another and then salt and peppered the cutlets sparingly. I then dredged the cutlets in the flour, then the watered down egg, and finally the crumb and laid them out on the cutting board.
I heated oil in a frying pan and then fried the cutlets. While they were frying, I strained the dashi, only keeping the liquid and throwing everything else out. I added four tablespoons of mirin, a couple tablespoons of soy, and a half a teaspoon of sugar and set it to simmer. When it was at a simmer, I'd sliced two green onions into very fine threads and so I dumped those into the simmering broth along with the rest of the three beaten eggs. By the time I'd gotten the cooked cutlets out of the oil, sliced while crisp, and settled on a bed of rice, the eggs had mostly set in the broth. I then poured the eggs onto the cutlets. The soup soaked into the rice, the eggs flavored the cutlets with savory, sweet, and green onion richness. The edges of the cutlets were still crisp, and when it was all eaten together it was a really nice texture and taste combination.
John really likes my cravings.
Today Coy gave me a protecting sheet for my Visor. There are a few pixals on the critter that are now permanently dark, in a corner that most of the applications don't use. I may have to see if I should return it or something. But the sheet is very nice and now I can write in the Graffiti area with the back of something a bit thicker than the stylus. Much easier on my hands.
Lunch was with co-workers at Casa Alverez. It was easy going and I found out that pretty much everyone in the group is feeling as much under the gun as I am. That's actually a very useful thing to know. We're all facing problems and no time to really address them. Ugh. Maybe we need to figure something out. At least together we have a good chance of changing something. My lunch was really wonderful, a chicken in mole burrito with refried beans. I'd had a craving for refried beans, and everyone was glad to oblige.
I got to email Kelly J. Cooper some, which is always nice. She makes it easy for me to think of things other than just the everyday. I actually started reading a Connie Willis collection of short stories because of her. Fire Watch is a very intense collection of interesting stories. She also recommended a book on Dreams and Nightmares because of my dreams in the journal. Powell's had it used, so I bought it and it arrived tonight. So I'll have to look more closely at that this weekend.
John and I raided Safeway after work. I was just hungry and sad and tired, and he picked up on it enough that after we bought stuff he dragged me over to Popeye's and we just had dinner there as I couldn't decide on anything. Food is useful. Baths afterwards are even better for sore bodies. Even after the bath untied a lot of stuff, my entire right side was a mass of knots, and John massaged things until they finally came apart. I think the combination of the bath and the massage helped a lot. Last night, Thursday night, I actually had a few slow contractions, the womb practicing what will be the final act of all this. It's normal, so long as they don't come at more then four an hour. I had one when I got to bed, another an hour later, and then another two hours after that. Each of them actually woke me up. So I hoped the bath would make it so that they wouldn't happen.
It really seemed to work or maybe it was John's massage. Nice to be able to have both