I Never Knew I Was a Picky Eater!

The girls came over for Happy Hour last night. They were quite entertained by how things were going around here. Butch confessed that he's not a good caregiver. Technically, that's not true. He's doing a fine job. But, I can tell he's getting aggravated with me. I just should have spent a little time training him for the role. Instead I was busy trying to figure out how I could remain independent, when really I can't be.

I've never considered myself a picky person when it comes to food. But, apparently I am! No, not about the actual food itself, but how it's served to me. Butch will give me a huge fork to eat my breakfast on a little dessert plate. That size plate calls for a small fork (salad fork). Same with dessert---large fork. For cereal, he gives me a big soup spoon. He surprised me with strawberries and cream, but then gave me a big soup spoon to eat them with. I know this might seem ridiculous, but it seems "off" to me and a bit disconcerting---the big utensils do not balance nicely on the plate. You're probably thinking---"as little as Butch cares about food---I should be thankful he's serving me at all!" And, I am. He's being very patient and I'm not saying a single word in complaint---to him!

Getting down to the food itself---I never realized how set in my ways I am. I do not want pepper in my scrambled eggs, but yet, do want pepper in my soft boiled eggs. I didn't specifically say how I wanted my eggs seasoned, so how was he to know?

He bought me a loaf of the sunflower bread that he knows I love. I asked for 2 slices of peanut butter toast for lunch with a big glass of milk. He brought the toast, but failed to put jelly on it. I said, "oh." He said, "what?" I said, "you forgot the jelly." He said, "you didn't say you wanted jelly." He's right, I didn't specifically mention it, but when I'm having peanut butter toast for a meal at lunch or dinner, I want jelly. If I have it for breakfast, I take it just plain. Make sense? No, the girls didn't think so either! Oh, and he forgot the milk!

Again, I'm not complaining. I hate that I have to be so helpless right now. I'm able to hobble around a little, but this cast is so heavy! Being like this has made me realize how ridiculous I am about the littlest of things. I always knew that I had some OCD issues, but never realized that they extend to all areas of my life! The size of forks or spoons? Come on!

Butch has been a great care-giver. He asks me constantly if I need anything. I try to save everything up so as not to have him running all the time. I think, when I have the next toe done, I'll prepare some little written tests for him so he knows just how I like things. On second thought, I better not. He might not take kindly to that. How old do you have to be before it's considered "elder abuse!"