It has dawned on me recently that my dad's cranky disposition is because the man is "hangry." Aka. Hungry and therefore angry. He is so because unfortunately he just can't quite eat what he would like to in the manner he would like to just yet. You see with a new jaw, came new muscles, tendons etc. He is on his way to mastering his new body, but it is still a process...
So, today, as we were watching T.V. , he says "Hey, Tiffany, can't I eat T.V. dinners?" What's funny is that I had just bought an individual frozen lasagna and offered it up. He is happily eating it as we speak.
It is hard to be told that you should be able to do something and you can't. I understand his frustration. If there is anything at all that I can do to bring him some comfort then I should try. No, a frozen "T.V. dinner" is not ideal nutrition, but desperate times call for desperate measures and if he can do it and build confidence in the future pleasure of food again then why not?
He just said, "This is the best food I've had in months." I'll take it.
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