Well, my sister came down Thursday evening. We ate out due to that. We went to a Chinese restaurant all of us like – yet my brother hates. My parents had egg drop and my sister had a corn-based soup. I was in luck that night. They had chicken soup, so I ordered some. It was a bloody good meal as far as I was concerned.
The owner there, as my mom tells me, apparently likes me. She reminds me of the lady who cuts my hair. They both have heavy accents, so it is hard to tell what they are saying. Both are friendly and nice, though.
Well, the owner learned of my ulcer and mentioned she had had one when she was around my age. Similarly to me, hers came along to lack of eating. Unlike me, it was because her work allowed no time to eat and she thought it would help slim her up some. Mine is simply due to drinking water all the time because of my dry throat, which then leads to a full stomach despite not eating. Also, unlike me, she didn’t pay attention to hers, so it bothered her for a year.
She spoke of my sister’s soup of choice being bad for me. It was no loss; I rarely like the same foods as my sister. I had eggs, so I wasn’t interested in my parents’ selection either. The owner noted about chicken soup and crackers helping the stomach, so I was happy to know I could have the soup with no worries – and I do love their chicken noodle soup. From that my family talked about how to make it. Heh.
I tried a dumpling for the first time. My sister ordered some, but settled on the vegetable ones since I care little for meat. They were okay. There was an odd after taste though. My sister disliked them. I cannot say I was interested in eating them on my own choice.
Well after that we came home. It took a while to settle in and then my mom and I watched our usual TV programs. My sister tried watching some, but simply went to sleep.
I don’t remember much about the night after that other than that I had trouble sleeping and thus read a lot. I might have fallen to sleep around two. Well, I woke up at six-fifteen and took my Nexium. I woke up at seven-eighteen and ate breakfast. I kind of wished my dad would help me wake up closer to the dot rather than closer to the mid-hour. Sigh. Oh, well.
For the past week, I’ve been getting on the treadmill everyday rather than every other day. My ankle isn’t acting up, so I am relieved. Actually, this morning I managed to get to 3.5 mph for 1/8 a mile.
In all this, I’m gaining my old weight back. I lost weight after leaving school since I wasn’t zipping down the hallways. I lost muscle mass and thus lost about five to six pounds. Well, now that I am walking two miles every day I seem to be gaining that weight back. Well, at least I know the weight is only muscle, I guess.
The rest of the day was pretty much normal other than my sister being here. She woke up around nine. By then I got most of my chores done. I figured vacuuming wouldn’t be happening though. I never feel comfortable vacuuming when others are in the house for some reason.
She left around lunch time to pick up my dad. They got tacos. I ate some chicken soup the lady from the restaurant gave me the night before. Eventually Dad went back to work, my sister did her own thing and my brother stopped by to eat his own lunch. I meandered back to my room and read the rest of a story I had been working on for a day or so.
By one-thirty my mind needed a rest. At that time my mom came home, picked up my sister and gave her a tour of her work. I took a nap and woke up around four, right around the time they got back.
When five-fifteen hit, everyone was home and we went out for our Friday night dinner. We ate Mexican. It was good. My brother couldn’t join us though.
Well, after that, we came home. Mom wanted me to watch TV with her, so I obliged. My sister couldn’t get into it, so she left the room. Somewhere in the middle of our “session” she needed to go on her way. So, all of us left for the garage. We said goodbye. My sister hugged me. It still makes me uncomfortable.
Her first hug to me was when she left our house to go to college. I might have been in my junior year. That stunned me and I had gone very tense that day. Today, I just remember watching her hug my parents and thinking, “Is she going to hug me? I hope not…”
Nope. She did. It isn’t that I dislike my sister or anything… but it just feels utterly odd. It would be like me hugging my second brother. I like him too… but since the two of them and I never grew up hugging each other, it is bloody strange to me that my sister does that now. I think if my brother started doing such, my brain would shut down for a while.
Well, she left after that and we returned to our usual routine. Sadly for me, something happened. I was flossing my teeth when it was around eight. Like a time before, a part of one of my teeth popped out when the floss escaped. Sigh… So, I foresee a dentist appointment in the near future.
Nine o’clock, I left the room and did some chores. After that I retreated to my room and organized my bookshelves. I finally finished around twelve. Now I am here typing this.