Let's be honest. I love to eat because there's so much food I have yet to try. Unfortunately, considering my condition, I can only eat certain things in my diet. It takes the fun out of trying out new things.
Our family tradition has officially made duck the season of Thanksgiving and Christmas festivities. Five years ago when I roasted the turkey, there was so much of it left that by the end of the week; the leftover had spoiled. We decided to have roasted Cornish hens, but they turned out to be too small to feed 3 people. When we tried the goose last year, there wasn't enough meat to spread out among ourselves; despite the size we bought. The goose tasted like a pterodactyl. To which my mother asked with curiosity, "How would you know what one would taste like?" I answered, "The meat was tough to chew on." She laughed. I smiled. I miss her laugh. *Sigh*
The only thing that I have to do to eat duck is to take my medication. This year, I'm down to one pill. Oh, the agony! Times are hard when there's only so much at stake when one is only working 20 hours a week. That's not enough to get me an insurance. I don't get paid over-time for the hours I have to pull nowadays since our department are only down to two part-time veteran employees.
I would really like to celebrate Thanksgiving with my family every year. Sadly, it would be my last. I'm hoping God will grant me a new job, which can allow me to be insured - therefore, be able to afford to see a doctor and get my prescription when I need it.
I'm going to enjoy this Thanksgiving while I can. I hope you readers do too.
