Stank Milk

This morning, about an hour after eating my high dose pills, undergoing serious stomach discomfort, I started contemplating the odd texture of the milk I used to wash it all down. A flash hit my brain and I realized that I pulled from the old milk carton, not the brand new one that we just bought.....oh God, seriously, yes, those were weird chunks and swirls of texture that should not have been in there. The smell wasn't very bad, but I've been so disgusted by milk in general that I just thought it was my natural distaste after having to drink whole milk every morning and evening three days a week. Yes. This. Girl. Drank. Stank. Milk. Wait for it....twice. I did it last night and didn't understand why I felt so sick while I was trying to fall asleep, then again today. I was so cranky that I didn't even want to go to the retirement home. I got over it though, and while I walked to volunteer, the fresh air helped. I am such a goober. Who drinks stank milk? This girl. I'm so out if it. I guess I'm just used to drinking disgusting things, and I go with it because usually it's a rank drink that's good for me. Boy did I blow it. I seriously get shivers just thinking about it. When I relayed the story to Dan this evening, while we drove to the gym, he literally had to ask me to stop because he was going to lose it. Rotten, stank, swirling with chunks milk is a universally disgusting thought. Ugh. Yuck. Whole milk is thick, but not THAT thick. I should have known it was wrong. Gross. 

Today I started a new batch of broccoli sprouts. They're very hard to find at stores because of the whole salmonella poisoning issue. Anyway, I haven't been able to grow healthy sprouts in my new home because they seem to get moldy even when I rinse them twice a day. I'm hoping that rinsing them three times a day will keep them growing healthily. The overnight growth may be a problem, but it's worth a shot to see what happens. 

 

1 Tablespoon of Seeds

Saint Patty's Day

Sometimes people just get sick. It's tough when you're dealing with cancer to not read into things too much - like your immune system. Luckily for me, my friend Meghan has been sick for the past week after hanging out on Saint Patty's day just like me. She was just as immobile, and oddly, her sickness made me feel so much better :) Once I realized she was in as bad of shape, I actually felt completely normal which was fun. I was just a sicky, living in a sick world. Here's a few photos from the infamous day...

Meghan, Julia, Me, Lauren

Lo & Megs getting me camera ready

Ta-Da!

My partial Irishman

The holiday was a blast. You can't beat Saint Patty's day with a group of close friends, our favorite Irish man, and all of his Irish buddies.

Good luck getting a photo during the Irish rugby game...

Michael at least gave us his face, but his eyes gave him away :) 

Here's a funny story about Saint Patty's day......We celebrated in downtown Seattle, at an Irish pub called Fado. At one point, I went to the ladies room (as one does from time to time). As I was washing my hands, and checking to make sure I didn't have anything in my teeth (or stuck to the bottom of my shoes), a woman my age started smiling and said, "Oh my gosh. I swear I'm not creepy, and you don't know me, but I'm a friend of a friend of yours and I read your blog!" She was absolutely hilarious! It was amazing. She told me that she loves reading my blog because it's a true story. The girl, Meghan or maybe it's Megan? I'm not sure on the spelling, but regardless, she was incredibly sweet, and it completely made me feel so wonderful. What a huge compliment! Danny teased me later, because I made her come over and meet him, and he said that I hugged her about three different times. It was just such a thoughtful thing for her to come up to me.

What an honor. It's amazing. I'm still completely touched. That is something that I'm going to swirl around in my mind to make me smile. Everyone needs a few of those little memories for a bad day. A gift that you can pull out to cheer you up. Life is so full of fun, and I love that we're all intertwined, integrally interconnected. It's beautiful. I'm so lucky!