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January 28th, 2014 by Carrie, the Just Mildly Medicated gal

If know me in real life or if you’ve hung around my Facebook page you know I love to read.

JMM reading


I am that gal that you could ask any day of the week any week of the year and I can tell you what book I am currently reading. So what is my favorite book? A question you’d think I have a steadfast answer to but in fact it’s the opposite. It’s a question I  break a sweat over. How could I chose A favorite, that would be unfair to all the other favorites…

I loved the Yong Adult dystopia trilogy Razorland (Enclave, Outpost, and Horde) by Ann Aguirre. Now it is true that my Young Adult favorites change and I am likely to love the most recent ones I have read. I remember not being able to put Hunger Games down because I felt like I was leaving Katniss in a tree if I stopped reading. 

I don’t only fill up on teenagers who carry the weight of saving a collapsing government or aftermath of the apocalypse. I also love the wonderful world of best friends, summer vacations, and the tales of family drama that all the best Chick Lit has to offer. The Weight of Silence by Heather Gudenkauf has stood the test of some time as one of my favorites. It’s a bit darker than your light summer reading, but all my favorites are. I could never have a favorite book list that didn’t include something from Jodi Picoult. Nineteen Minutes and The Pact will always have a place on my shelf. 

An Epic Fantasy, a series that creates an entire new world for me to become lost in, one where the people love more deeply and grief is even more tragic, where wild mythical creatures are tamed by innocents and wild beasts can be commanded. That would have to be  A Song of Ice and Fire, better known as The Game of Thrones, by George R.R. Martin. An author you should NEVER ask to keep your most beloved character alive.

What about you, what are your favorites?


This post was an idea from Snarkfest. If you are a blogger consider yourself tagged, post you favorites and link back here ;)

GP friendly potato soup recipe

November 6th, 2013 by Carrie, the Just Mildly Medicated gal

Now I am no foodie. The idea of following specific directions and having a finished product always appeals to me but *Dysautonomia causing me to not being able to stand for very long and never knowing how I will feel makes cooking low on the hobbies list.

The new diagnosis of *gastroparesis explained some of my other food related issues. I love the eating part but every time I ate I had terrible stomach pain and bloating. Now that I am working to find GP (gastroparesis) friendly foods and am getting back to eating well for me I will share things that are working.

*Dysautonomia (or autonomic dysfunction) is any disease or malfunction of the autonomic nervous system (ANS).

*Gastroparesis, also called delayed gastric emptying, is a medical condition consisting of a partial paralysis of the stomach.

So I was watching The Chew and this really fun gal who blogs at The Pioneer Woman was on. She was making a dish that was clearly not going to work for me but I loved her so much I logged on and looked through her cooking section for some time. My family loves potato soup but when I order it I seem to always be a bit let down. It either has something in it that upsets my GP, or the consistency is to thick or thin.  I decided to give it a go but knew I would need to change a few things up.

Now this is GP friendly for me, GP is different for everyone and you may need to switch things around to make it your own.

The Pioneer Woman recipe  calls for:


  • 6 slices Thin Bacon, Cut Into 1-inch Pieces
  • 1 whole Medium Onion, Diced
  • 3 whole Carrots, Scrubbed Clean And Diced
  • 3 stalks Celery, Diced
  • 6 whole Small Russet Potatoes, Peeled And Diced
  • 8 cups Low Sodium Chicken Or Vegetable Broth
  • 3 Tablespoons All-purpose Flour
  • 1 cup Milk
  • 1/2 cup Heavy Cream
  • 1/2 teaspoon Salt, More To Taste
  •  Black Pepper To Taste
  • 1/2 teaspoon Cajun Spice Mix
  • 1 teaspoon Minced Fresh Parsley
  • 1 cup Grated Cheese Of Your Choice

I used turkey bacon instead of regular bacon, celery salt but no celery (big GP no no), and although in my pic below it has All-purpose Flour we did opt for Gluten Free at the last minute. I tolerate white bread but GF is a bit easier for me and I have a son with Celiac Disease who said he’d be willing to try it.


Following her instructions we starting with the slicing of the bacon. Then threw it in the soup pot.

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While the bacon was cooking I stirred it around a few times and then diced half an onion and two handfuls of baby carrots

(yes, that is a very real measurement)

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When the bacon is done take that out of the soup pot and put the carrots and onion in the pot. Stir occasionally while you peel potatoes and dice them as well.

Add the diced potatoes to the pot with salt and pepper and stir that around a bit.

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After about 5 minutes I added 8 cups of chicken broth (my normal GP staple)

Let that boil and cook for 10 minutes, during that time add 3 tabs of flour and a cup of milk in a bowl and mix until its smooth. Then add that to your pot.

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Stir that so its all blended and you’ll see your soup begin to look like potato soup, but you’re not done yet!

Check the softness of your veggies and if they are soft you can use a blender for this part or just a plastic container and a potato masher. I’m super classy so I did the latter.

Scoop out about half of the soup and blend to a puree or mash it, mash it good.

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This is when I started losing my steam but I promise its almost done and is going to taste so good!

Add your lovely mashed mess back to the pot along with 1/4 to 1/2 cup of heavy cream (this makes all the difference)

Stir your soup all around and add a little somethin somethin, for me it was a bit more salt and pepper, celery salt and the Cajun seasoning that The Pioneer Woman suggests.

Now you are ready to call the family to the pot, or fill a big ole mug and cuddle with a book.  Top it with extras like the bacon and whatever else tickles your fancy. I opted for just some of the turkey bacon but the options are plenty.

This made about 8 to 10 cups and though I ask you not to hold me too accountable I added each ingredient and came up with each cup being about 140 calories and I am currently watching potassium and each cup has about 340 mg.

Now an added note; I had one cup and found it very GP friendly, especially considering how hearty it is. The next time I was a bit over indulgent and went for a second bowl, I had stomach pains, bloating, and a sensation of over ‘fullness’ associated with GP.

Now the photos on The Pioneer Woman’s blog are amazing, mine are bad lighting and some were taken by minors, I do encourage visiting her blog and looking for ways to try and make GP friendly meals. If you have one you want me to use on my family as test subjects just let me know ;)

What to do with extra Halloween candy…

November 3rd, 2013 by Carrie, the Just Mildly Medicated gal

Yes, most dentist offices will run a ‘sell your candy back’ plan and I fully support the idea.

I also think making memories while getting rid of the candy is the best plan of all.

Now if you are hanging out here on Just Mildly Medicated through a search on gastroparesis you should know right away that the sad sad truth is this is NOT GP friendly… it’s for the kiddos not the mama.

So let the mom forced family fun begin!!

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You’ll need some chocolate flavored Almond Bark, bananas (apples, pretzel rods or anything else you want to cover in chocolate), some left over Halloween candy bars.

I used bananas so I also needed popsicle sticks. I cut the bananas in half and put wooden popsicle sticks in them and stuck them in the freezer.

(I laid them out on wax paper)

Then we sorted through the candy bars and settled on Milky Way, Kit Kat, candy corn, and 3 Musketeers. I chopped them up while the kids played for a bit. Side note Kit Kat chops well, everything was a bit sticky.

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You really only need a few fun sized bars but the point was to try and move some of this candy onward so I used more.

Now I have 3 messy kids at home right now… okay and I am a bit of a mess too, we cover a large area in wax paper in preparation of the soon to come chocolate extravaganza.

Next you’ll melt the Almond Bark according to package directions. 90 seconds, then 15 second periods stirring after each time.

Then you’ll be covering your goodies in chocolate, yumm.

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After each dipped banana you’ll want to add the candy. The Almond Bark dries quickly and you need it wet for the candy to stick.

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If you have extra chocolate grab some pretzel rods!

Now is this some super healthy option, nah. The beauty is the kids actually get something other than a straight chocolate bar, get a bit more filled up for longer so they aren’t getting into the candy again for awhile, AND I throw away whatever I chopped up and didn’t use… sorry but bye bye candy!

Parenting over summer vacation and how I am going batshit crazy…

July 15th, 2013 by Carrie, the Just Mildly Medicated gal

Summer Vacation

Warm Weather, Family Time, Kids Laughing

Batshit crazy mom…

I am finding myself being so repetitive that I feel like I am going batshit crazy at the sound of my own voice. I am sure every parent has a phrase or two that make them wish they had it recorded on a loop. I do think parents at home with kids over the summer get to lay claim on this version of insanity.

I figured I would share mine with you.

Bat Shit Crazy

No running in the house!

So I am not the cool mom who has games of tag in the house. I have friends who do and they are awesome and fun. Truth be told I don’t have room for that in my house. It’s not a small house but it lacks the open floor plan for tag, obstacle courses, and riding scooters.

Okay, true truth be told I probably wouldn’t let them run if it did.

The question I have is; why do I have to say this daily, and several times at that? My kids have been with me their whole lives…

Where are you going?

We live in a neighborhood full of kids. If you remember most bore witness to me with no bra on. They ask in angle voices “Can we go out to play?” My 10 and 7 year old boys get shoes on and hold their four year old sisters hand and open the front door to go out to play.

In chimes mom “Wait, where are you going?” They look back like I am bat shit crazy. “Where are you going?” Blank stares for a few seconds and the older son says “Outside…” “Okay, I know that, where outside?” More blank stares…

Again, these sweet children have known nothing but my mothering… WHERE ARE YOU GOING…

What are you doing up there?

My kid’s bedrooms are upstairs; they think I can’t hear them at all when as any parent in a two story house knows the sound of them playing upstairs seems to shake the house. With that said when the house rattles at the same time as one grunts loudly and yet another makes a barking sound and another yells “I’m telling” a mom is forced to go to the stairs and yell “WHAT ARE YOU DOING UP THERE?”

The response is usually “nothing.” I mean really, we’re going with nothing… then I walk back to the couch with the balance of a wineo (not because I am drunk but because I am parenting from the couch as best I can)

Do you want to watch a movie?

Two things surprise me about this. One is that there are still family friendly movies in the NetFlix que that we haven’t watched; the second is that my kids still say yes. I thought they’d be tired of movie time with mom but they still say yes. Thank goodness because movie watching is something I can do. (or I can read a book while they watch)

MeMe reading A Game of Thrones

Time to clean up.

I wish they understood I am just as tired of saying as they are of doing it. I love that we have lots of awesome things to do in the house but when they take off to play in the ever elusive ‘outside’ and I turn to see a table of art supplies in what I’d like to call beautifully creative disarray I know I will have to announce that it is time to clean up and be met with disappointed faces.

Your turn, what are you saying repeatedly this summer?

My 13 of 2013

January 2nd, 2013 by Carrie, the Just Mildly Medicated gal

My 13 of 2013

* continue to bring awareness to often unknown and/or misunderstood invisible chronic illnesses like Dysautonomia and Fibromyalgia

* finish my novella to the point of a query letter to my top hopeful agencies

* narrow focus on the next writing project and write it

* find time to continue to read

* continue to build Just Mildly Medicated and include a product line

* work on the balance of accepting my illness and pushing my limits

* reconnect with family I haven’t seen in many years and stay connected to the ones I see daily

* improve organization and time management

* go out when I can and stay in when I need to; try and know the difference

* focus on the pride and let go of the fear that my big girl is graduating and moving out

* listen to my boys and all the ideas they have for books

* wear my glasses every day all day and do my MFBF therapy

* stop procrastinating and make arrangements for the Mayo Clinic

clicks, comments and haters all in a row

November 5th, 2012 by Carrie, the Just Mildly Medicated gal

Carrie, Carrie, quite contrary,
How does your Blog grow?
With a few clicks and comments
And my single first hater message all in a row.

It has been so much fun writing and watching my baby Blog grow. I have heard other bloggers talk about the occasional ‘hater’ message and mine in all honesty was not so much hater and more someone who is probably very nice who just doesn’t get my humor. Not all Blogs are for all people, if you’re looking for the mom who writes about when her best foot is forward with lots of happy face pics there are TONS out there. I’ll just say mine is a bit more when my worst foots forward because let’s face it, that’s when shit gets funny.

“Just Mildly Medicated,
I like your blog and think you are funny but all the posts about your children include a reference to Child Services. I can’t help but wonder if we should we have concern about this? Do you think you might need someone to talk to?”

Nah, I just happen to have a few friends who either are or were in the child services field. My best friend is one who I talk to almost daily and over the years we’ve started a few conversations with “This isn’t Child Services worthy but…” I have no problem admitting I have had more than a few moments that looked bad.

One time my younger son, who throws a fit like I have never seen, and I have 4 kids, was being taken upstairs on a wonderful Fall day in Georgia for a time out of a huge magnitude. I was being all awesome and keeping my voice calm and holding his hand. He seemed like he was already calming down then out of nowhere he wailed and jumped up and lifted his legs. At the same time I am looking through the screen door to see a jogger in front of the house while I was frozen with a screaming dangling small child.

Another one that sticks was when I almost lost my mind at Target. My older son was maybe 6ish, he was in and out of the racks and walking away from me. I finally had enough and leaned in and whispered all scarily ‘if you don’t knock it off you won’t make it through this day’. Yeah, totally stood up and a woman was right there. She looked at me and we all knew I handled it wrong. Kiddo got an apology.

If you don’t have these types of stories you either haven’t been parenting long enough or you kids are grown and you forgot.

To Jack Ass Events and future resume bullet points!

October 6th, 2012 by Carrie, the Just Mildly Medicated gal

You know how sometimes when you go out and you end up spending all night telling drunken men “back off my ass”? Well this has a whole new meaning as in my current life it was a mule not my ass and they were elementary children not drunken men.

Back to the beginning… I am the Room Mom for a 1st grade class at an awesome school. During the fall most schools have a Fall Fun Fest, as does this awesome school. As Room Mom part of the gig is to make sure volunteers are at your assigned event to help kids and give out a prize. So I get the email that says what class is in charge of what event, last year my class did the cake walk… this year I was taken back when I read “mule ride”. Yes, mule ride. I am thinking are you freaking kidding me, they must know I’ve never gone to a PTA meeting at this school… I am pretty sure they have it out for me.

After my coffee and a good amount of Facebook time I relax into this. I begin fully embracing the mule ride gig. I have dubbed it the Jack Ass Event (not to the parents in the class just everyone I know on Facebook) I am thinking there has to be a story to share here and people are signing up to help out, so really all is well.

I am then talking to a friend of mine who started a career after college and has no kids so we have occasional ‘trade lives with you’ envy not to mention most of my best stuff is not quite understood to its full potential. Conversation goes something like:

Me: I have Room Mom stuff to get done today.

Friend: I don’t even know what that means.

Me: Room Mom, you know, I organize stuff for the classroom… you know cool, awesome super mom stuff.

Friend: Oh.

Me: I am like a career Room Mom, totally putting it on my resume.

Friend: What would you put?

Me: Well I am in charge of the Jack Ass Event at the Fall Fun Fest. Can you believe it? Not sure if I am on the mule ride shit list with the PTA or if the Donkey Show is like a big promotion.

Friend: You should NOT put that you are in charge of a Donkey Show on your resume, or a Jack Ass event for that matter.

Me: Why not? I think it’s a huge responsibility, okay maybe not but who else will have that one their resume, I’ll be memorable…

Friend: OH MY GOD! You have no idea what a Donkey Show is, do you?

Me: No, but as of this moment I am sure it’s some terrible and sexually deviant act though isn’t it? I am searching on Google now… and I will forever know that you knew all about whatever this is all about.

Friend: No, you shouldn’t do that…

Well I totally did and that’s one stop I won’t make when I take my awesome vacation to Mexico that I am not really planning on taking anyway…

So the Jack Ass Event was pretty kick ass and the mules were gigantic, which I know they are not the same as donkeys it still made me feel sorry for some strange people in Mexico…

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Crap! I’m not wearing my costume!

October 2nd, 2012 by Carrie, the Just Mildly Medicated gal

So the other day Hubby and I are outside with the 3 little kids. I am sick and feel like hell but watching kids play is good stuff so I drag my half alive butt off the couch bring the blanket with me considering I am in 2 day old PJs which as any self respecting mother knows would not include a bra.

Happy laughter, kids running… okay its been 5 minutes I am ready to go back inside and slowly die of phlegm induced drowning when I see our younger son (6) on his scooter. He has no helmet and is literally flying down the hill on our street. I stand up braced for whats about to happen and BOOM. He falls and bounces off the side walk, into the grass and finally the street. Rob was closer and made it to him and was carrying him back to our yard to evaluate the damage.

Hubby looks up at me and says “Let me have the blanket to put under his head” of course I immediately hand it over as we are looking him over. Anything to make my falling apart boy more comfortable as we make sure he is still in working condition. Until I realize all the neighborhood kids are here, and in our hood that is like 20. I am in a tshirt and yoga pants with no freaking bra on and my blanket is under my crying child’s head. Now I know this shouldn’t matter at that moment, and it didn’t.

It did start to matter when Hubby took the little man wrapped in my blanket to the truck and off to the after hour clinic to be sure he was as okay as our combined medical experience seemed to believe him to be. I was left with the said 20 kids in my yard asking if I thought he was going to be okay. Now I am left there thinking ‘great, not only was my kiddo not wearing a helmet but now I am that lady they will have horrifyingly burned into their brains who stood in the yard with no bra on’. Now before you call child services on me I think I did okay at covering the whole thing(s) up.

The kiddo is fine, some band aids and Motrin and he is as good as new. I got on the computer that night and found this gem by accident and just couldn’t resist sharing.

Amazing Briefs

October 2nd, 2012 by Carrie, the Just Mildly Medicated gal

I love my Amazing Briefs!

So I am in line to buy Debbie Boone, the AMAZING metal chicken and remember that I am in need underwear. I decide to make a mad dash to grab some instead of my normal ‘forget it, I will get it next time’. Which my normal ‘forget it’ is exactly why I NEED to get underwear. So I hold Lilly’s hand and wheel our cart to the back of the store (because Murphy’s Law is very accurate in that what you forget is furthest from you at the time of the remembering.)

Now mind you I am road tripping so I am not looking for anything of the raise an eyebrow variety here, just a 3 pack of good ole fashion cover your ass underwear. So I look at sizes, see mine and grab em. Whoohoo I bought everything I needed, which yes included a chicken and underwear and I am very pleased with my awesomeness.

We get back to the room and I tear them open and all I can say is… well… nothing I was laughing to hard…

First to really understand the world of womens’ underwear you have to really take a look at the sizing…

apparently you measure an area in which most normal underwear will not have contact with…

Okay so back to my underwear… the Amazing Briefs as I have now dubbed them…

SERIOUSLY, I am not a big gal and this was the “correct” size. As I threw the packaging away I can only assume I have purchased something along the lines of ‘ridiculously bloated size blah blah with extra giant torso”. I know right, I didn’t know they made those either.

I have found the Amazing Briefs can give you a gangster housewife look because your pants can be on appropriately AND have 3 inches of underwear showing from the top! (that’s hotel carpet, I am not awesome enough to pull that off at home)

Metal Chickens make for the best day ever!

October 2nd, 2012 by Carrie, the Just Mildly Medicated gal

A big thank you to Jenny Lawson, without you I would never have known the joy a metal chicken can bring into ones life. If you are not privy to the amazing story of Beyonce (the chicken not the singer) please catch up on whats going on in the world. Link to The Bloggess… click it!

So its been over a year that I have occasionally envied the joy that Beyonce has brought to my favorite blogger and her family. Her Blog was shared with me and I have passed on the laughs through Facebook to others. My husband never checks out the amazing things I am saying on Facebook so he has no idea about Beyonce.  I have seen many MANY chickens during this time, some HUGE some tiny, but I knew it was not the right chicken for my family. When its right you just know it!

For a little back story; slightly stressful 14 hour drive to meet my parents for a long weekend ‘vacation’ with 3 of our 4 kids. This ‘vacation’ is a bit stressful as its actually a highly anticipated road trip to see an amazing specialist for me. With all of our vacation activities underway, and my doctors appointment done, the girls went for a mani pedi date and light shopping while the guys took the boys and did boy stuff.

My 3 year old daughter’s birthday is around the corner so we have heard a lot of talk of the things to be included on the birthday list over the last few weeks, all being super girlie items as she is super girlie. Imagine my surprise, and no joke literal swell of emotion, when she exclaimed “I want this for my birthday” at a row of METAL CHICKENS!!

I know right, BEYOND awesome!

Could it be, here… away from home with a car over loaded with clothes, toys and snacks… could this be my metal chicken?? So we looked at several (yes they had several) and chose the chicken that spoke to us, not literally because that would be crazy.

So with my step mother slightly confused but laughing non the less (she obviously isn’t checking out all the amazing things I post on Facebook either but she has dial up so I am able to forgive) I collected my chicken and went to pay. At the register I remember I needed underwear and ran back and grabbed some but that is a whole different story (that I have every intention of sharing).

I was so happy that I just knew it was time to share my joy.

The last line is awesome because as I sent the text to Rob that at least I didn’t get another dog my step mother was responding to my dads text to her (something like “WTH did Carrie do Rob’s freaking out”) she responded along the lines of, “honey don’t be mad but I am bringing home a dog, its not very big and it will be fine.”

Linda’s dog

I just want to take a minute and say this was a great day. So the guys are freaking out on the way home. My dad is telling Rob there is no way I got a chicken and Rob is telling him, umm yeah it could be likely. Linda and I are breaking out into laughter repeatedly as I rehash Beyonce’s story and have to hold back from over Jenny Lawson sharing (can’t help it she is just that amazing).

So then a name, “What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.” as we know a name is a big deal, it has to be perfect. Debbie Boone, because this chicken is lighting up my life!!!

Debbie checking out our Family Blog
She is already potty trained!
I promised her we have more food at home
She checked out some Olympic action
Debbie and I in our first photo together.
Traumatized by a local chicken shack drive through