I love liver

We were poor immigrants coming to Canada in 1953 when I was 3 1/2 years old. Needless to say, my Mother never had a feeding problem with me. I would eat anything she would make and liver being very cheap in the old days was served at least once a week in great quantities fried with lots of lard and onions, which were also cheap. In fact, the leftover liver did not make it to the next day because I'd be in the fridge grabbing it and eating it cold as a snack. That's how much I loved it, almost as much as garlic and lard.

Anyway, today I had free-range chicken livers which were recently added to product sold at my favorite butcher shop, along with hearts and gizzards. I prefer my liver baked, with a sprinkling of salt, onion powder and curry powder. Then once it's baked (and oh so tender), I eat it with a small, green salad. Hope that the leftovers last until tomorrow but I highly doubt it, lmao!

Gluten Sensitivity

All this talk of how "real" diagnosed celiacs feel about us "gluten sensitive" people trying to share their limelight when they should be the only ones being taken seriously, and how all the food manufacturers' doing damage control funding "mickey mouse" studies proving there is no such thing as a gluten sensitivity has got me fuming.

How do I know gluten sensitivity is an issue for me? Well I'm a logical person and have always tried to test things out for myself. I can eat a bushel of wheat/rye/etc and my stomach won't issue even the slightest sign of protest. Neither will my intestines. They will just continue on their merry and happy way as if nothing untoward happened. However, within 12 hours of ingesting wheat/rye/etc, all of the following occur:

• swollen ankles
• headache
• joint pain, especially left knee and right hip

Within a day or two of eliminating gluten, all symptoms disappear. I have tested this theory several times and it works every time. Of course, it's just my imagination.

My new bionic eyes

Alright kids, I am now equipped with two super-duper bionic eyes that make me feel like I've never felt before even as a kid. I CAN ACTUALLY SEE! Woo hoo! Only need glasses for reading and am popping into Walmart to pick up a cheap pair today. So far absolutely no complications from surgery. I had some fun on surgery day with a few people in the waiting room with a weird sense of humor like mine ending up laughing our faces off to the shagrin of those around us, the anaesthesiologist with which I had a conversation about natural relaxants like camomile tea, one of the nurses who marked my left eye in the shape of a flower, and, since I was the last patient for surgery that day, my specialist. Kept asking him if he wasn't in a post-lunch sugar crash, did he need a nap?, how was his energy level? All in all a great day and perfect success.

Next doctor to torture me will be my dentist as I broke off a piece on one of my molars. Just wish I had had a bit of peace between tortures. Ah, the joys of getting older.