Yep, you read that right. My entire face hurts. I don’t even know what hurts and what doesn’t, because it all feels the same! It sort of feels like I’ve been punched in the face. Not that I’ve ever actually been punched in the face, but I have been hit in the face with a baseball a couple of times, and come to think of it, that felt remarkably similar to how it feels now! I’m not complaining, per se, because I definitely feel better than I did last Tuesday… but still. I can’t figure out if I have a toothache or if it’s just the TMJ! So… I’m going to see my dentist. His associate, actually, who is the one in the office who deals with TMJ cases, but I would have had to see him anyway, since my dentist is on vacation.
I did, however, have a salad today that did not consist of cauliflower, tofu, and sugar snap peas. Largely because I just didn’t have time to cook any of it yesterday.
Yeah, good luck tossing this with the dressing… why must I pack the container so?! And it took me f-o-r-e-v-e-r to eat this, because chewing hurts, and I can only take little baby bites. I’m like an old lady, truly.
There is much to be done tonight before I can get to some sleep, which I need desperately — but I am currently sitting on my bedroom floor in all my chlorinated glory, because after I returned from a lovely, long-awaited swim, I found that my brother was in the shower. I am not even joking when I say that the guy takes longer showers than I do!! So blogging it is…
Since I’ve determined that the sprouted quinoa bread needs some added sweetness, I processed an egg white with some sugar-free apricot preserves, dipped the bread slices in them, and made French toast.
It was a pretty messy affair; I’ve found that whipping the egg whites until they’re nearly stiff makes for a coating that will separate from the bread (onto the pan) once cooked! But I prevailed, and this was actually pretty good. Not that I’m going to go through the hassle of making sprouted quinoa bread just for this, but it’s nice to know.
Because I have coconut milk kefir again, I decided to make some raita to have with falafel in a pita… not a pocket-less pita, this time. (I still don’t understand the whole concept of that, by the way.)
The only problem is that now I have another five pitas to use, and I refuse to freeze them, because then they’ll just stay in the freezer forever. What do I do with the rest of them?!…
You have just been spared a verbal vomit because the shower is now free! So I will say instead that I am really, really ticked off that I need to take my laptop to school tomorrow. And that I need to give a presentation, and I’m totally not prepared for it. And this “banana bread protein cupcake” blew up to twice its size in the microwave, which I found hysterical, except that you can’t really see that in the picture.
Right, where was I?… shower. I actually like the smell of chlorine, but I shudder to think of what it’s doing to my hair. Off I go!
Do you like the smell of chlorine?
…And what do I do with five pitas?!
Happy Hump Day!
“The man who is swimming against the stream knows the strength of it. “
~Woodrow T. Wilson