"I'll gladly have a burger now; and pay you tomorrow"
Sunday, February 12, 2012
It's a long slow sleepy morning in the hospital. I'd gotten washed earrly and ate breakfast (yes, a garganturan breakfast which is now, at 11:28d- onlya faint memory)...Here there is notihng to break up the day or to look forward to but the meals. This is a brand new medical center and they have one largish restarurant style menu that doesn't change...But you may pick anything from it at anytime. Not only that but they have room serivce, so if you get a hankering in the middle of the day for some multigrain chrakcers and cheese, all you do is pick up the phone.
Normally this would be a "nicety"--something that would bring a smile and a nod. But for me; the Cortico-Steroid Queen, it is cause for leaps and cheers interespersed with cartwheels. Steroids make me HUNGRY. I've never been a really heavy eater....the type of person who can sit down and go through piles of food. ...at least not on a regular basis....But you know how I eat here? I order every conceivable thing Ithiink I can get away with, for my meal menu...and then hide my blushing face and order three more.
THEN , I get a call the other day , from a friend who happens to be in the vicinity of the hospital...And "would you like anything?"
hERE I WAS MOURNING THE LAST BITE OF MY LUNCH AND KNOWING I"D HAVE THAT CHRUNING GNAWING HUNGER IN MY GUT UNTIL 5:00 PM AND SHE ASKS, "is there anyting you want???"
WEll, now that you mention it; I could use some food.
"What kind of food?"
My response: My firend, I would eat a shoe. In fact EVERYTHING sounds so good that I will be THRILLED with any thing you shoiuld decide to bring me.
Near here is a TGI Fridays restaurant...and God bless my freind, she brought me a whole meal!!! Which I happily scarfed...and was in complete PAIN until dinner tiime a shortwhile later.
I"ve NEVERever once before considered putting "food" on the "Things which make me happiest list." But right now; this week--food is the ONLY thing on that list. I don't like what that says about me. But maybe it doesn't say anything. Maybe it just means that i'm stuck in the thoes of a horrific side effect of some VERY powerful drugs....and maybe it is futile to fight. Maybe I should just eat and enjoy and look forward to going home with my new KIndle Spark Cookbook and happily eating healthy once more as these drugs slowly wear out of my system....And you can bet that once I can breathe well enough to not make it dangeorus, I'll be back on that treadmill as well.
The very odd thing is that I have almost NO sweet craving. If someone brought me a candy bar---oh I"d probably eat it---but I would be wishing it were a hamburger ...DO YOU KNOW WHAT?? Me, miss Vegetarian sometimes VEgan, Cynthia, ordereda and savored MEATLOAF for last night's dinner. HAH! Now I know something is off kilter! (and I'm not saying that to infer that eating meatloaf is sick....not at all....JUst that it is a highly unusual dinner choice for me and clearly demonstrates that there has been some seismicshift in my appetites FO SHO.
So I will agree with King Solomon: For everytihng there is a time and a season...And this my friends, is a time to be EATING.