It’s been said that when things go wrong in life that people will bring you casseroles. Deaths in the family, new babies, moves, and yes, illness.
So there came a day a week or so after surgery that I was sitting on my sofa watching some bad TV (because I both couldn’t get off the sofa very well AND I enjoy bad TV) when I realized that no one was bringing me casseroles. Nothing was frozen in my freezer to eat later unless I bought it and put it there. Nothing was being delivered by meals-on-wheels, and no one was dropping off food en masse.
I will honestly tell you that my reaction went a little something like this: “Where is my fucking casserole?”Read More