My leukemia's back.

[ronott1]

I actually don't mind those crunchy seaweed snacks... but don't ever crave them.

I HAVE been strongly hankering for a chocolate souffle... but not enough homegrown eggs to make one... and no place in town sells them.

What about chocolate bread pudding? I do crave that sometimes

https://www.hippressurecooking.com/...n-converting-a-recipe-to-the-pressure-cooker/

 

[drumstick diva]

Nah, I just can't take extremely sweet stuff. I did go back and take some more brownies- just for scientific purposes, and they tasted better this time. Then I threw out the rest.

 

[drumstick diva]

BTW my doctor finally called tonight in re: my lab tests last Friday. Think he was eating during the phone time. I could barely understand him. I think he said A1C was 5.6 and my blood pressure was high 120/80 (this was from the student nurse who said she is hard of hearing. Also they did just a finger stick for AIC not the regular blood test. That is NOT an accurate reading.

Who else is unhappy with their doctors? Get in line please, no pushing or line jumping.

 

[N F C]

Good morning Team Rachel

 

[getaclue]

Good morning Team Rachel. I hope everyone has a wonderful day.

 

[getaclue]

Growing up, my mother sewed most of my clothes. She was very good at it. Things were fine until one afternoon, when i was 8 years old. She made a short set, and a nightgown that I refused to wear. She thought it was because it was home-made instead of store bought. We fought about it. Finally, she dragged my dad into the argument. I explained, it was not what she made that was awful. I told him to make her show it to him, and to look at the material, and trim. He looked at what she made, and asked her who she had gone material shopping with. Normally she went with his mother, but not this time. She went with her sister. All the females on my mother's side are/were color blind. Dad asked her to describe what she saw, then described what it really looked like. After that, for the most part, me, or his mother picked out the materials, and trims that would go into the outfits she would made for me.

 

[Alaskan]

Growing up, my mother sewed most of my clothes. She was very good at it. Things were fine until one afternoon, when i was 8 years old. She made a short set, and a nightgown that I refused to wear. She thought it was because it was home-made instead of store bought. We fought about it. Finally, she dragged my dad into the argument. I explained, it was not what she made that was awful. I told him to make her show it to him, and to look at the material, and trim. He looked at what she made, and asked her who she had gone material shopping with. Normally she went with his mother, but not this time. She went with her sister. All the females on my mother's side are/were color blind. Dad asked her to describe what she saw, then described what it really looked like. After that, for the most part, me, or his mother picked out the materials, and trims that would go into the outfits she would made for me.

Wowsers!

And huh! That means your grandfather was colorblind and your grandmother was too, or a carrier.

Cool stuff.

 

[ronott1]

Wowsers!

And huh! That means your grandfather was colorblind and your grandmother was too, or a carrier.

Cool stuff.

I took a color blind test today to see if I had any of the main types. I passed it so can see all the colors.

8 to 10% of European males have some type of color blindness. 0.5% of females are color blind. The women in your family had a very rare condition!

 

[Alaskan]

Yep... colorblindness is a simple sex linked gene... it rides on the X.

My dad was colorblind... so he got it from his mom (she could see colors but was very poor at matching). But I actually do not know if she got the colorblind X from her mom or dad... don't know if great-grandad was colorblind.

 

[getaclue]

Somehow, my cousins and I managed to escape getting it, but we got the job of telling our moms when they were wearing 6 shades of green, and none of it matched. OR that the shoes were black, but the purse was dark brown, not black. (purses had to match shoes back then). OR that the skirt was navy, not black, but the blouse was very pale green, not beige, and to go change. It infuriated my mother, so got to where she'd just buy navy, or black pants, and skirts, then buy white, off white, light blue, and beige tops, so it didn't matter which she chose, it would work well together.