Day Forty-three

Happy Valentine's Day!

This morning I actually got out of bed and took a shower. I did itch afterward, and it was really intense, but blessedly brief. I've been pretty much totally itch free this week, and had hoped that removing my gall bladder would fix the problem. And it's possible it could still happen. Maybe my liver is just still overwhelmed trying to filter the toxins and the drugs from the surgery and, as it clears, the problem will abate. Who knows?

This morning I made paleo pancakes -- eggs and banana with a touch of vanilla, cinnamon, and nutmeg, topped with pure maple syrup. I also had a couple strips of bacon with it.

Then we took off and went to Berkeley for the day. I promised Mike that, in exchange for me dragging him to see my daughter perform in The Vagina Monologues on Valentine's Day, we would go to Zachary's for dinner. My daughter met us at the restaurant and, while it was very difficult to sit and watch them eating the best Chicago pizza to be found on the west coast, I knew I didn't want to feel like crap later at the show. So I just had a salad -- mixed greens, grapes, cranberries, and cucumbers, dressed with olive oil and topped with grilled chicken. It was really good, and the bonus is that, because I behaved and didn't give into the temptation of the pizza, I felt good later at the show . . .