In some ways I am a shame on my Nona (and my Italian heritage), who I only have few memories of, as she died when I was around six years old.
But the memories I have are of great love and fondness. So, in a sense I’m a shame on my Italian heritage, because I barely understand garlic. I use it on very few things because I try to make my Nona proud “But chilli?!” Like, sweet Jesus!
WFT! Who can I blame this abomination for this? I’ve just had some at a café and my lips are numb and I feel dehydrated.
But, in one way I can never find an excuse.
IT IS NEVER OK TO PUT TOMATO SAUCE! NO! NEVER! IT IS NEVER OK TO PUT TOMMY K ON PASTA!
I got some very WHITE cousins and they are lucky I didn’t slap them.
Now, that is an abomination. If you can’t use a tin of tomatoes, throw in a few vegies (carrot, capsicum, broccoli etc) and some spices and make a quick lazy pasta sauce, you have bigger problems.
Another mid-week calm, big day Monday with lots of steps, yeah, I’m one of those. I count steps! (Or my phone does……) 7,000+, Tuesday 39? Yeah, lucky to have a lazy day at home. Trying not to commit to getting this cold that is attempting to settle.
Considering my somewhat small amount of Italian blood I don’t understand chilli or garlic but have dosed myself with both along with my supply of echinacea.
Today’s offering is the Ortolani quiche with the side salad and my medicine, of course. The quiche is with grilled vegetables. Really tasty and tough people really do eat quiche!
I don’t know how many handy hits I’ve had so far, but it’s definitely not 467. This advice I was given from a Naturopath friend who is now retired. She also had a lifetime of wisdom as a Nurse. Her advice was this;
You may not realise your biggest organ is your skin! And if you are sick with a cold you might consider putting garlic inside your sock’s. Your soles of your feet will absorb the garlic and you will breath garlic very soon, enough to keep away Vampires!
Who knows what your biggest organ is?
If you answered “Your skin!” you would be correct. I ask my carers the first time they have a shift with me as part of their induction.
Most people might be familiar with Arnica being used for bruises. I use it for brain swelling.
Arnica is really good for bruises. Helps draw them out so they can get better and go away quicker.
But you can really slather your head with it, it’s easier to put some on the “soft spots” of your body because they absorb quicker.
The soft spots are as follow’s
The inside of your elbow.
The inside of your thigh.
The underside of your belly. (About 3 inches below your belly button (just guessing).
The underside of your breasts (Ladies)
My carers do the cream inside my elbow. Specialists cleared me of brain swelling years ago, however a little dab every day can’t hurt and I really notice the difference when I do too much, stress too much and the pressure behind my eyes builds, every bit helps.
Arnica can be bought from Health Food Shops and I think it’s a staple for every bathroom.
Seems to be the new ‘go to’ word/term for disability.
I had a technician come to my home last week to fix “something” and I was trying to explain to him I wasn’t a lazy cow for not being able to do my own tech support or not moving the 5 small things so he could more conveniently get to the issue he was there to attend to.
He seemed confused so I bluntly told him “you can’t tell, but I have a disability.” I basically gave him the cliff notes (short version) and told him what I’d lost. But around my home there are not many obvious signs that a person with a disability lives there and I compensate so well if you were to watch me you also wouldn’t realize how much I’ve lost…
But, so help me God! (In a non-religious way) every time I am out and about or in a taxi I will be asked: ‘What have you done to your arm?’
And it’s this big thing I have to explain. There’s advice. Advice from taxi drivers! Garlic and lemon pulp. Cure all!
Except, I’d be single forever even keeping the vampires away. Bah Humbug!
And you realize my disability is not hidden when people like to assume and judge me and imagine I did something to deserve this new existence.
I will revisit this topic because these days people see me out and about and they say to me “You look well put together!” And ignoring how old-lady that term is for now. When I’m out and about and have a smile on my face, people would imagine I’m always like that.
They don’t realize, I need a carer to help me in the morning so I can get out of the house…
They don’t realize every day I spend out of the house, out getting to appointments and doing “things” I spend the next day in bed…
They don’t realize I get out of bed and it takes about an hour for all the pins and needles to go from my good hand!
People just see my arm in the cuff and collar. They don’t realize there are secondary issues.