No, not me; to my knowledge I am not actually in possession of a swim bladder! It’s my poor silver dollar. The one who is spinning in circles and doing all sorts of crazy somersaults.
I had an appointment with my nutritionist tonight. I was very much not in the mood… today dawned gusty and rainy and gross, as in, my-hair-looked-wonderful-and-then-I-stepped-outside-and-the-weather-had-its-way-with-me gross. Add that to the fact that my project partners just e-mailed me today with the information I need to compile the final part of our paper, and it needs to be done by Friday… yeah, I wasn’t in the mood of going anywhere. Least of all to find out I am too fat / not fat enough / whatever. Not a fan of the scale these days. ANYWAY. I happened to mention my twirling fish to my nutritionist, who used to have an aquarium too… all of whose inhabitants actually perished due to swim bladder disease.
I read up on it, and I am horrified… the poor thing must be in agony!! (Do I sound completely crazy to feel sorry for a fish?!) I also found that there is something that is supposed to help:
Yes, frozen peas. I was skeptical at first — I was sure it would kill all of them on the spot! But I read up on that too, and apparently it won’t. I was really puzzled as to how a spinning fish was supposed to be able to get to a pea on the floor of the tank; and why on earth would it want to eat a pea?! But the ill must take their medicine, and so I stood with my arm submerged in the tank for ten minutes and fed the fish a pea. Picture that.
I really, really hope it helps.
Romaine, roasted pumpkin, black beans, and roasted Brussels sprouts. It was actually a “pie pumpkin,” but I was rebellious and used it for other purposes. I also think black beans may be my favorite bean. What’s your favorite bean? And are chickpeas considered a bean? I think they probably are — they’re garbanzo beans, after all, aren’t they??
I found these tiny little bags of carrots — well, you can’t tell they’re tiny, but they are! I bought five of them, and the cashier scanned four. Because I am so honest, I told her that she’d missed one. Those nineteen cents totally saved Shoprite from going bust, you know.
One of my favorites: bulgur with garlic salt! My crazy podiatrist was going on and on about how sodium can cause varicose veins (well, indirectly), and I was freaking out because I think it’s in my genes already anyway, and that is one thing I do not want or need… then I decided that if it is going to happen, I’ll worry about it then. In the meantime, I am going to enjoy my salt, thank you very much.
If Steaz says it, it must be true… but I laugh a bit every time I open a bottle, because these “affirmations” strike me as so ludicrous.
Don’t get me wrong; I know that my family “loves” me. Yet… I don’t feel like they do. Most of the time I feel like an annoyance and a big pain in everyone’s ass, and that they’d all be happier had I never been born.
That’s probably due to the fact that I feel that way about myself. How am I supposed to marry the idea of being loved by someone else with the idea of hating myself beyond description?
I really, really wish I could get with this whole “self-love” concept. But I just don’t feel like I can — I mean, yeah, I’ve never done anything overtly awful like kill someone. To my knowledge, anyway. And yet, I can’t help feeling that I am just inherently a bad person. If anyone tells me otherwise, it’s just because they are delusional and / or they haven’t figured me out yet.
I’m sure you know that I could yap about this forever, or very near that… but since I didn’t get much of it last night, I still need some beauty sleep!! And a massage. Need, not want. But I’ll settle for the former for now.
Have a happy Thursday.