Thrifting in Oregon
September 15, 2013 § 9 Comments
I haven’t done much these past two months on Oregon, except recover from Shingles. I didn’t realize that it could be so painful. I spent two months extremely exhausted, and couldn’t figure out why. Everything tired me out. I’d come home at the end of the day, and wouldn’t be able to manage much more than to feed the animals and then drop into bed. Dave said I was overdoing it. My back was aching, and a heating pad wasn’t helping much. I figured Dave was right, and I needed to stop working so hard. Then, one morning two weeks ago, I awoke to a strange red patch on my skin, covering about 2″ in circumference. In a matter of hours, the rash grew to a size that covered the entire right side of my torso. It was blistery and painful, and landed me in the emergency room. I thought I had a skin infection…it turned out to be Shingles.
“Oh, thank goodness,” I told the ER doc, “I was afraid it might be cellulitis.”
“Actually,” he said, “Cellulitis might be better, and you’re going to need an anti-viral and some pain medication to get through this.”
I accepted the prescription for the anti-viral, but spurned the pain medication. How bad could it be, I wondered? It’s just a rash. Eight hours later, I was writhing in pain. It was very bad; it felt like someone was hacking out my spine with a pickax (no exaggeration). I sucked it up, and didn’t take the prescription pain medication, although I did avail myself of over-the-counter ibuprofen, which was very helpful.
Today, I’m feeling much better, although I’m still not 100%. The pain is still there, and the rash is also still apparent. However, I’m much improved as compared to several weeks ago. Shingles is chicken pox for grown-ups, but much worse. It can kill you, actually. It’s painful and long-lasting. I recommend getting the Shingles vaccine. Ask your doctor about it.
While recovering, I comforted myself with thrifted cookbooks. There are several thrift stores near the house, and I was able to pick up several “antique” cookbooks for a few cents each.
Several of these I remember my mom using when I was a kid. It’s fun to look at the pictures, and remember family meals, dinner parties, and holidays. I love the “Betty Crocker: Dinner for Two” one the best. It’s from the 1960’s, and although my mom never used it (our family was too big for dinner-for-two), it does bring back memories. The aspics, stewed vegetables, congealed salads, and tips for making a happy home remind me of growing up.
I love old books, and I especially love old cookbooks. Old cookbooks bring back happy family memories.
What are your favorite nostalgic memories?