More meal prep: Comfort Food

I’m still preparing all of my mother’s meals. Earlier this evening, I made soup—the ultimate comfort food.

I made two versions of this soup; Vegan and Chicken ramen soup. Besides ramen and chicken, carrots, shiitake mushrooms, rosemary, ginger, garlic, cilantro, and a few other herbs and spices. It was incredibly flavorful, and my mother and daughter were happy to eat their soup. I figured this would be the perfect meal since they both love soup and noodles.

Caring for the Caregiver

I finally was able to get my mother to get checked today. Yes, it took that long. I stayed with my father, and my daughter went with her. I was able to talk to the Nurse Practitioner on the phone while they were at the facility. They’re going to run more tests, and she also has a few referrals once they receive the test results. I told the nurse that I think this is most likely caused by stress, and while the HCP said this is possible, she’s concerned that it’s been going on for two months. The Nurse practitioner was prescribed a probiotic and given paperwork follow an IBS-friendly diet! I’ve had my mom on that already. When my mother was following this diet, all the symptoms disappeared. However, even though I’ve been preparing her meals for a few months,  the past few weeks, she said she’d been sneaking her old comfort foods back into her diet. Guess when those IBS symptoms started? When she started eating the wrong foods, of course. Sighs

Upon returning home, my mother stated that she’s committed to following the food list. She even gave their next-door neighbor some food that she should not be eating (fried fish). Baby steps, I know she can do this. It can be challenging finding the time to do it all. I’m thankful that I do work from home. However, at times, finding the time to make the meals for my mother can be a real challenge. I don’t seem to have enough hours in my days; however, I still have many to be thankful for. I’m working from home. I have a great boss. I have a loving daughter a supportive and close-knit family. So while it can be hard to add one extra thing to my plate and make those meals, I’ll continue to make them.

Baby Steps

My father is continuing to make progress. It’s slow, but progress is progress.