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How Many Turkeys Are Eaten on Thanksgiving?

The following Thanksgiving fun facts are brought to you by the National Turkey Federation where you can more info about Turkeys (if the name doesn’t make it obvious) year round.

Avery is still battling a vicious cold/sinus infection and it breaks our hearts to see her so miserable with those swollen eyes and solemn mood. By nighttime, it’s as if we gave her a sedative while reading a book before bed. Last night she was out before I turned off the light for her and Going Mom who always sings to her before putting her in the crib.

Lots of love, green smoothies, and hugs with her blankie and Lamby are going on here. Hopefully these work synergistically to do the trick!

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To start, here’s what the NTF has to report about the number of Turkeys consumed on Thanksgiving…

In 2013, more than 240.0 million turkeys were raised. More than 200 million were consumed in the United States. We estimate that 46 million of those turkeys were eaten at Thanksgiving, 22 million at Christmas and 19 million at Easter.

Nearly 88 percent of Americans surveyed by the National Turkey Federation eat turkey at Thanksgiving. The average weight of turkeys purchased for Thanksgiving is 16 pounds, meaning that approximately 736 million pounds of turkey were consumed in the United States during Thanksgiving in 2012.

Yeah, 46 million, that’s a lot of bird! I’ll happily enjoy one of those 46 million in the form of an organic, free-range gobbler with our family on Thursday.

Another interesting tidbit….

Benjamin Franklin, who proposed the turkey as the official United States’ bird, was dismayed when the bald eagle was chosen over the turkey. Franklin wrote to his daughter, referring to the eagle’s “bad moral character,” saying, “I wish the bald eagle had not been chosen as the representative of our country! The turkey is a much more respectable bird, and withal a true original native of America.”

Sooooo, we could be eating bald eagle for Thanksgiving instead? Hmmm, that would take a lot more bird!

We all think Turkey is to blame for our need for a nap after the big meal, but…

Many people report drowsiness after eating Thanksgiving dinner. While turkey often receives the blame, recent studies suggest that carbohydrate-rich meals may cause sleepiness by increasing the number of tryptophans in the brain. Yet, the unusually large, multi-coursed, carbohydrate-rich meal most people eat on Thanksgiving is more likely the cause.

Maybe try a few grain-free options in place of the high carb food. It’s more filling and typically has much more to offer nutritionally.

Compare the White and Dark Meat

  • White meat is generally preferred in the United States while other countries choose the dark meat.

  • A turkey typically has about 70 percent white meat and 30 percent dark meat.

  • The two types of meat differ nutritionally. White meat has fewer calories and less fat than dark meat.

  • The rich flavor of dark meat is especially valued in soup and stew recipes. Dark meat holds up well in rich marinades and is a perfect choice for grilling and barbecuing.

I like both white and dark. My favorite is white mixed with tart cranberry sauce since it tends to be more dry; the dark I can eat alone.

A few more facts….

Only tom turkeys gobble.

Hen turkeys make a clicking noise.

Domesticated turkeys cannot fly.

Wild turkeys can fly for short distances up to 55 miles per hour and can run 20 miles per hour.

June is National Turkey Lovers’ Month!

Of course there’s much more out there, but I thought it would be best to stick with one source and share some of what they had. And what better source than the National Turkey Federation? Check out their handy link with tons of info on how to buy, store, prep, and eat your turkey.

Okay, back to lots of love with the help of Lamby and blankie….squeeze!

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Such a sweet girl.

The Federation’s goal is to increase the current average weight of 16 pounds to 20 pounds by the year 2020.

What do you think, can it be done?

Will help or hamper their goal?

Guess What Ass Won’t Let Me Run A Half-Marathon

I’ve been talking about running the Mother’s Day half-marathon that was delayed to the weekend after Mother’s Day for a while now. You know, the one that got rained/lightninged (word?) out so I indoor rowed the 13.1 miles in our garage before kicking off the Mother’s Day celebration.

Although the forecast is calling for more crappy rain through next Sunday, when the race was rescheduled, I doubt it will be anything severe enough to be cancelled again. But I already know my running in the race is cancelled because of some ass. Can you guess who or what I’m talking about?

Yeah, it’s MY ass!

Disclosure: Some details (words, not pictures) may be too graphic for those faint of heart. Consider this your warning before you continue reading.

Starting around last weekend, I noticed a little lump on the inner part of my butt (hey, it happens), and waived it off as a result of the sweaty workout I did the other day where I was completely drenched in sweat. I figured it was just little painless infection that I will just keep clean and dry and it will go away, no biggie.

WRONG!

It only got worse and eventually became so painful every step I took made me squint and sitting down just wasn’t happening. Even after Going Mom made a calming epsom salt bath for me the day before, it was no match for the infection that was already at DEFCON 1 status.

By Tuesday night, after tossing and turning with no sleep, I finally caved at 3 am and had to find an urgent care or ER facility immediately. Luckily Sadly, there’s plenty of those all over (just like fast food chains….correlation?) and I only had to drive 5 miles. That, by the way, was the most awkward drive ever since I had my butt lifted off the seat the entire time.

From what I read on Dr. Google, I expected to go in, have a doctor make an incision to drain the pus/fluid, and I’d get back in time for my wife to go to work. Once again, I was wrong. I knew it right after having two people look at my ass and gasp as they said “Oh, that’s bad”. Thanks for the comfort, doctor and nurse. Bam, I was tagged.

 

One thing was for sure, they had to get the infection drained and under control quickly since staph (especially MRSA which is what we think it is) is a force to be reckoned with. After the nurse stuck me 5 times (not kidding) on my right arm to start an IV, she had to have someone else come and use my left arm instead. He got it after the second time.

Then I was told to sit and wait a few hours as the surgeon who was on call made it over to operate on my butt. That will never sound right………ever.

They gave me morphine which helped negate the pain a little, but I still couldn’t lay on my back without looking like a deformed squirrel trying to crack open an acorn. I passed time between watching the time and a WPT tournament in Montreal.

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I tried sleeping, “butt” that wasn’t happening. Note the time was almost 6:30 am then. It wasn’t until 7:40 until the surgeon finally made it in. I know the world doesn’t revolve around my ass, but I have a right to complain anyway, right?

The guy who showed up had long gray hair in a ponytail and was wearing a Harley-Davidson shirt. That made me grateful I didn’t have a motorcycle to ride home on; OUCH! He was actually very nice and upfront with me, which I appreciated.

All he did was numb the area and worked to drain the infection. Holy hell that was the worst pain ever, and that’s with another dose of morphine! There I was, flat on my stomach and gripping the bed rails as two guys worked on getting crap out of my ass. A new life low had just hit.

Ten painful minutes later I was putting my shorts on over my gauze-stuffed butt and waited for a friend to come pick me up. He drove me home and took Kelley back to my car and she picked up my prescriptions. 2 antibiotics and Tylenol with codeine. I hate pain killers, but after suffering through the day, I did take one last night. I’m not officially a hypocrite. Damn you, ass!

Kelley ended up staying home all day and her work was completely understanding, so that was nice. She helped and tried to get me to stay still, but it was bad enough that the doctor told me to back off of exercise for a few days and definitely NO running.

“So I can’t run 13.1 miles on Sunday, huh?” I asked.

“No.” was the only reply.

And there you have it, I’m typing this with gauze still in my crack (no, not the same from the hospital) and pain radiating there as well. Hopefully the swelling will be down soon and the culture they are running on the drained fluid shows that they gave me the right antibiotics to knock this crap out of my system.

Back in 2011, I had a bad case of MRSA while on vacation in Colorado, so I guess this is the bacteria flaring up in my body again. I’ll keep you updated on my road to a hopeful recovery. I know everyone’s concerned. 🙂

Just be glad I didn’t share any pictures of the thing! I told Kelley I’m still going to run 13.1 miles around our home once I’m better, so we’ll see how that pans out.

Have you ever dealt with staph and/or MRSA?

Did I gross you out at all or as a parent, are you used to gross things? Throwing poop, maybe?

Getting Over Sickness: #MySundayPhoto – 04.18.15

It’s been a hectic week with Avery experiencing her worst sickness and fever yet. All of the life was drained out of our highly energetic toddler and all she wanted to do was have Mommy and Daddy hold her close.

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The cuddles are priceless, but never under these circumstances. Thankfully, our little girl’s fever finally dropped and she gradually became her normal, crazy self. I attribute a lot of her recovery to my wife’s “boob milk” because there’s nothing better in terms of nutrition and comfort.

Before she was fully recovered, I was able to snap a few photos of Avery while she remained motionless. It was sad to see her this way, but at the same time, so nice to have the opportunity to take pictures of toddler that isn’t constantly on-the-go! Is that wrong of me? I hope not!

Anyway, here’s one close-up of I think captures the life slowly coming back into Avery. The picture isn’t as clear as I’d hope, but you can almost see her recovery just from her eyes alone. No editing for this one.

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Do you “take advantage” of cuddling with your kids when they are sick?

Have you ever used their sick, immobile state to snap a few easy pictures?

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