My father passed away in November, and I have been trying to job hunt since several months before that. I'm currently living on insurance money and trying not to panic about the economy.
December 20th, my roommate, Dave, asked me to take him to the hospital because his left side had gone numb. He was afraid he was having a stroke, and he was right. After three days in the hospital he came home, and had a mild heart attack. He spent two more days in the hospital for that, and is now back here. I have gone overnight from living on TV dinners to cooking all Dave's meals, and mine along with his. No salt, low cholesterol, heart healthy instead of loaded with fat.
I'm trying to adapt and actually doing reasonably well, but a lot of this is a big change in my life and I am a bit overwhelmed by increased responsibility. Dave's family is supportive, and his sister gave me a nice set of kitchen knives for Christmas. I'm watching a lot of Food Network and relearning a lot of cooking skills I knew back in high school.
I find that while I can't motivate myself to do stuff for myself, it's easy for me to help others. Also, I like good food and haven't been able to afford restaurants for a while, so this is giving me an excuse to eat well.
Butternut squash stuffed pork loin with an orange ginger glaze, anyone?