I'm two weeks out from surgery which ended up being much more complicated than expected. I spent almost a week nil by mouth and am now, back home, on fluids only for the forseeable (at least a few weeks). Also in loads of pain but that's not the issue just at the moment (though is probably a factor in my irritability).
We've had to send the DCs to the GPs as I am so much sicker than expected and DH has to work. The special drink I have (basically complan I think but not branded), is horrible and I am fucking sick of it. I am generally speaking a bit of a foodie and am fairly miserable about not being able to eat for the next few weeks (and maybe having to avoid some foods forever).
I slept most of the day and woke up to DH saying he has to head straight out for a gig he's going to with friends. Okay, fine. He's been making the most of not having the DCs around and has cooked for himself lots of stuff they/I don't like - camembert last night, prawns for lunch etc. Sirloin steak ready for tomorrow, fresh tuna, oh it looks lovely. Puy lentils with bacon and special dressing (my favourite, I even told him how to make the dressing from my sickbed). He's having a great time. The cock. But no, it's fine, he has to eat and why shouldn't he make the effort to enjoy it?
But I just looked in the fridge and it's full of fucking MINI ROLLS, which are my second favourite crappy guilty pleasure (after tunnock's tea cakes), and he is going to eat them ALL and I can't have ANY and I want to throw my stupid complan at him.
But he's out for the night and I have these fucking mini rolls staring at me every time I open the fridge for my bowel rest fluid nutrition. Couldn't he at least have the decency to eat the mini rolls in the cupboard under the stairs or something?! Cock.
Can I liquidise mini rolls?