"It's probably nothing," I told The Man of Science on Sunday morning as I eased myself into the front passenger seat of the car, "And then we'll end up wasting the whole stupid day in the emergency room. This is so frustrating."
Are "probably nothing" considered famous last words? If they aren't, they should be. Twelve hours after my self-diagnosis of my right side abdominal pain as "probably nothing", I was waving to the Man of Science and Milo from a stretcher as a porter wheeled me towards the operating room for my appendectomy.
For those of you keeping track, that's my second abdominal surgery in the past three months. It would be funny if it didn't hurt to laugh.
However sometimes when you have to have surgery your friends show up with containers of waffles that you can keep in your freezer and pull out when you need a special breakfast to cheer yourself up. I was the lucky recipient of just those sorts of waffles from my friends Krishna and Magi. The Man of Science was amused by the gift. "Who are you?" he asked, "Leslie Knope?"
All that to say I felt like having a bit of a special breakfast this morning. And since I have no new and exciting recipes for you this week I thought you might want to gaze upon my breakfast with delight. Or envy. Or whatever you like. Those are Tofurky brand sausages that I cut up and pan fried in a bit of olive oil. The waffles toasted up perfectly, directly from the freezer and they are served with some blueberries (also from the freezer), some Earth Balance, and a bit of agave nectar.
One last word of warning: If you need to get up before you've finished your breakfast to comfort a fussy baby, just look out for hungry interlopers. Some of them don't care if you've just had surgery. They'll steal your last two bites of sausage, regardless.