Thanksgiving

A very odd one this year; the first without my child in 23 years, but she is happy to be in NYC with her grandmother, seeing Rockefeller Center all lit up for Christmas just like we always wanted to. I will make it there one year before she finishes grad school and we will do the sights, too. I let my fella choose today's menu and it was very odd indeed; he chose homemade chicken/spinach and meat-lovers pizzas and my fancy chocolate pie. So we were not nibbling miserably at nostalgic food without my child, I suspect. When he first selected the lineup, we thought I might have just one day off and he didn't want me to spend all my time off cooking the big meal and then have to go back Friday still tired, too. So I am thankful for that consideration as well. This time last year I was too sick to stand for more than a minute or so at a time, and somehow I got our meal on the table by sitting on the kitchen stool and waving the spoon feebly at my family. Then I couldn't eat any of it because of the nausea that dogged me for the next couple of months. So I am thankful to have found a medicine to stop the horribleness that cost me my job and nearly my house. I have an appointment Wednesday with the GI doc to try to talk him into giving me an open-ended Rx for it, since whenever I go 16 hours without a dose the famous poop and the atrocious belly pain and the fainting all come back. Which I am never thankful for.