Eye eye, sir
Thursday, August 8, 2019 at 02:44PM
Jennifer

So here's a bit of news:

Two weeks ago, TG had surgery to remove a cataract from his right eye.

That's distinctly different from a dogaract and since we have a cat now, most appropriate.

A Cataract is also completely different from a Rincoln. 

(You know which one I drive.)

But you'd have to know my TG better than you probably do in order to appreciate the significance of him voluntarily showing up at a health care facility to undergo a medical procedure.

I've known him for over forty years and with the exception of one or two chiropractic issues over the years, a long-ago (think waning days of the Carter administration) ear infection, and the occasional sinus misery in the winter, my TG does not get sick.

He wasn't sick this time, so it was doubly strange to see him in a hospital gown, all tucked into a Stryker bed, wearing a gauzy blue shower cap, IV line in place, being fussed over by nurses who wanted to know how tall he is.

(Six foot four.)

Thus he was feeling vaguely uncomfortable only as one is prone to do when, having presented oneself at the designated place at the appointed date and time, and feeling foolish outfitted as one is required to be, one is resigned to being poked and prodded while marginally "out of it."

So it was that yesterday, TG was required to have the lens in his left eye -- which, unlike his right eye, did not have a cataract -- replaced to match the other one.

Are you confused yet?

What it amounts to is that if you get a new lens put into one eye, you have to get a new lens put into the opposite peeper.

Like, separate but equal.

It works better that way.

(I am speaking in layman's terms. In case you hadn't already figured out at least that much.)

At any rate the whole thing was easy peasy -- it takes longer for them to get you ready for surgery than to perform the surgery itself, and TG experienced nary a ghost of a twinge of pain -- but naturally the patient could not drive either a Cataract or a Rincoln after the procedure, so I was with him the whole time.

And both times -- two weeks ago, and yesterday -- he was under doctor's orders to lay low for several days following the operation.

So that's what he's doing now -- watching the golf channel, to be exact -- and since it's hot as blue blazes outside, it's just as well. Believe me.

What have I been doing?

Well. There's been this piece of paper in my life since the first surgery. Now there are two of them.

On each of the pieces of paper -- one for the right eye, and now one for the left -- is a grid showing the three separate eye drops that must be splashed into TG's eyes several times on the day of surgery and several times a day for four weeks afterwards.

Many times a day I consult the grid, find the correct day, pick out a prescribed eye drop, drip a drop of it into TG's eye, then chart what I've done by filling in a circle.

(Just like taking a standardized test. Only, there are no wrong answers unless you get the drops -- and the eyes -- mixed up. So far I'm scoring 1600.)

Five minutes after administering the first drop, I have to put in the next eye drop, and fill in another circle. Five minutes after that, we repeat with the third eye drop.

It has kept me busy.

On both days of surgery I made TG a special dinner. Yes, I make his dinner most every day but on these days I put in some extra effort.

TG loves my mashed potatoes and with mashed potatoes he loves sweet baby peas. He isn't particular about the meat portion; however, as much as he likes barbecued chicken or the odd pork chop, he prefers beef.

Two weeks ago on surgery day, with his mashed potatoes and peas, I gave him a broiled sirloin patty.

Yesterday I made my legendary meat loaf. It has been years since I made that recipe.

As with most of my personally developed recipes, it's not written down and there are no particular measurements.

But here's how I made it yesterday:

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JENNY THE PIRATE'S LEGENDARY MEAT LOAF

2 lbs. ground sirloin

1 egg

1 handful old-fashioned oats (dry)

Ketchup -- I reckon I squeeze in about one-third of a cup but I don't measure

Creole seasoning -- I use Tony Chachere's but Zatarain's is great too -- I guess about a teaspoon but again, I don't measure

Onion powder -- I guess about half a teaspoon but I close my eyes so I don't really know

Worcestershire sauce -- I suppose eight to ten shakes but who's counting

Sometimes I add a squeeze of yellow mustard but this time, I didn't. I forgot. But it's really good if you remember to do that.

Mix up all of your ingredients except for the ground sirloin. Add the ground sirloin last. Mix well and shape into a loaf (a slightly wider, flatter loaf works best).

Place into a baking dish with plenty of room all around the edges of the loaf.

Bake uncovered in a 350-degree oven for about two hours -- maybe fifteen minutes longer, depending on your oven.

The smell of this meat loaf cooking is heavenly.

With about half an hour -- give or take -- of cook time remaining, take the meat loaf out and glaze the top with a thick layer of ketchup. Do not skimp on the ketchup. Lavish it on the top until it runs down the sides real good.

Put it back into the oven to finish cooking.

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This is simple but excellent and I hope that if you make it, you and yours will enjoy it as much as TG does.

I personally like an end piece best; the edges get crispy and there's that tangy hot ketchup dripping all down.

When I brought TG his plate where he was sitting in front of the TV last evening, convalescing, and he saw the two slabs of meat loaf flanked by a creamy mountain of mashed potatoes and a generous helping of sweet peas, his new and improved eyes nearly rolled back in his head.

Later, for dessert, he had another half-piece of meat loaf and another decadent dollop of creamy potatoes (mine contain lots of butter, whole milk, and sour cream). He may have also had a cookie later.

And tomorrow, he'll eat leftovers. The cook has the day off.

And that is all for now because it's time to administer another round of eye drops.

Fingers crossed that I continue to bat a thousand in that department.

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Happy Thursday

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