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November 17, 2005
Organizing Dieticians
It's after 11 pm, way past my bedtime, but I just got home from a meeting with nurses that didn't even end until ten minutes till ten, and I just finished my dinner (which I had been carrying around but never had time to eat), did my dishes, and put together a last day of birthday surprise lunch for MR. I still have energy, so I will write to you about the wonderful lunch I had today.
For the last several weeks, I've been doing quite a few meetings with various categories of health care professionals over lunch. We order food, have it delivered to our quaint but charming row house office near the place we're working to organize, and eat with the folks. I never eat of course... MR packs my lunch, and I wouldn't dream of chowing down on the pizza that I order for the others. But today was different. The dieticians were coming over.
Yes, I met with a group of thirteen Registered Dieticians. You can imagine my excitement as I assembled the lunch. I didn't have enough time to really cook, but MR did donate a couple of Sherm's Binging Brownies to the cause, which I heated and chopped into cute little cubes. I had heard that several dieticians were vegetarian, so I picked up a Middle Eastern feast at the local good grocery store: hummus, tabouleh, olives, sundried tomatoes, celery, carrots, grape tomatoes, pita (regular people eat bread, even dieticians). I also ordered some salads: two garden and two chef. I brought my own salad dressings from home... fat-free Caesar and Balsamic Vinegarette. The spread was gorgeous.
In marched the dieticians, one by one. Beautiful thin women, cute skinny guys with glasses. People who understood the significance of, "Per 100 calories, it has 10% of the RDA of EVERYTHING!" Basically, I thought that there was no point in giving the the Mprize cause I had already died and gone to heaven! They were so cool!
We talked about the union of course, and they seemed to like the food. I was a bit surprised that they were all slim: it is so common in health care to see people with truly crummy diets and horrible health habits. But the dieticians, at least these dieticians, were the exceptions. They looked healthy, vibrant, cheerful.
They loved the brownies, and asked if I bake them. "No," said I. "My boyfriend does. I lock him in the house and force him to bake all day."
This is of course not true, but it got a good laugh, and they ate the brownies with appreciation.
If only there were a union just for dieticians...
Posted by april at November 17, 2005 11:16 PM
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Well, you can create one..
A union for dieticians... I just started with one, he is so nerdy, slim, intelligent and fun, I almost liked him, although he is a man...
But you know we gays have pretty high standards for people that we ourselves are not interested in achieving.
Anyway, after I told my dietician what I have for breakfast, he said "wow, I am coming to you for breakfast from now on!".. I thought this was really cute...
He also said that I am kind of a miracle that in this obese state even, I have the best blood work results, comparative to a 20 year old, active man.
Well, my testesterone was higher than what it should be, but then, I am a lesbian...
Posted by: zeynep at November 17, 2005 9:40 PM
Hey Zeynep --
Thanks for the thoughts about the cat howling. It totally makes sense... they have food cravings and blood sugar issues too! Philomena is eating well again -- two cans of cat food last night. Today I am wearing the earrings that my mom gave me that look exactly like Philomena! I can wear my cat on my ears!
That is truly amazing about your cat breaking into the fridge. Don't teach Kieffer that trick! He loves people food too... chickpeas are his favorite, with chopped spinach as a close second.
How do you say Meow in the languages you know? I hear that the cats actually sound different in different countries: like in France, they meow with a French accent.
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Posted by: April at November 18, 2005 7:56 AM
Send a few of them up to Calgary, would ya? The meals the dieticians put together at the hospitals & nursing homes here are atrocious combinations of starchy gak, guaranteed to make the people who have to eat them both malnourished and fat! JD
Posted by: Judith at November 18, 2005 5:16 PM