At home last weekend I did not provide much help in the kitchen. Usually, I was politely asked to back my way out of the kitchen so they could prepare their own food, so I did and mine was brought to the table for me. Ella and I did make a nice pot of soup, but my work was at the kitchen table with the squash, far from the kitchen.
Today, I got to cook, in a real kitchen. One of the jobs of OT is to make sure that patients are prepared to go home and do the activities of daily living. So today I cooked lunch for Gary and I in the OT kitchen. It is pretty much a regular kitchen, but there are a few tools that I will need to get for home. I used a tray to carry things on my lap and there is no cupboard under the kitchen sink, just doors that open so I could roll my legs under and wash up. I made egg frittata with toast with eggs, shallots and a red pepper from our farm. Gary said he doesn't usually make "fancy" eggs, so I taught him how to broil the top of the frittata until it was golden. It was nice, it made me feel productive. I wish I had taken a picture.
Speaking of pictures, check this out:
Tomorrow I swim at 9 am and then Jane and I are off to Vic for my last (hopefully) follow up appointment.