It is one of the deep secrets of my sordid past (yes, I am being sarcastic; I have had about as boring a life as it is possible to have) that I was once “addicted” to Pepto Bismol. In fact, I went through it so quickly that my mom made me go to my doctor because she said that if I always had an upset stomach, something was wrong with me.
In retrospect, I think it’s just that I was an anxious, uptight kid, and I couldn’t tell the difference between a physical stomachache and anxiety. However, I have had a lot of practice in that area, and now I know the difference all too well… which is why it is even more frustrating that lately, an unhappy digestive system seems to be an all-too-frequent occurrence. It really kind of sucks to feel nauseated all day for no discernible reason; it’s a thousand times worse when you’re emetophobic, as I am. Something has got to change; my digestive system needs to learn to behave, and fast, or I may lose what little sanity I have left.
This morning, nausea notwithstanding — because if I didn’t eat when I felt nauseated, there would be entire days at a stretch when I just, well, wouldn’t eat — I toasted a couple of slices of my sprouted wheat berry bread and topped them with a bit of Bee’s Knees.
I. Love. This. Bread. I brought a slice to my co-worker, and he said it tasted really familiar… so I guess it must taste pretty similar to Trader Joe’s sprouted wheat berry bread, then! Good to know, I guess. 😉
Speaking of work, I arrived there this morning around the same time I always do — only to find that the security guard wasn’t there, which means that I couldn’t get inside. I went around to the other entrance; same story. I stood there for about fifteen minutes, wondering if I was crazy and there was no work today, before deciding that I had better things to do than hang around and wait for people to show up… so I went to Whole Foods.
I picked up a box of these applesauce squeeze packs…
…because my stomach has felt “off” frequently enough for me to want something like that on hand. I should probably store raw knobs of ginger in my refrigerator!!
Apparently, something happened to the morning security guard, because the evening guy was there when I got back, and he said he was working a double shift. Huh. I wonder what will happen tomorrow morning…
Like a trooper, I kept shoveling food in my face all day. Including the epitome of a colorless salad.
I discovered that poor chayote squash buried in the vegetable bin near the golden beets… it had seen better days, and needed to be used immediately. I will never understand this vegetable, though — it really doesn’t taste like anything. So strange.
It really was a pity that I felt so crappy today, though, because I would have loved to have been able to enjoy this dinner.
Tofu marinated in a mixture of apricot preserves, Frank’s, water, and a bit of peanut oil… and then roasted. Accompanied by …
After all this excitement (or lack thereof), we had a little family get-together for my dad’s birthday. You must understand that a “little family get-together” means that there will be a minimum of twenty children in this house. It’s actually more than that, but I can’t be bothered to count. My point is, it is loud and crowded and difficult to withstand for an extended period of time!
Luckily, it’s a school night, so it didn’t go on for too long… if it were a weekend, everyone would probably still be here. As it is, I’m getting ready to go to sleep… and tomorrow night, we’re expecting another foot of snow. Oh, joys.
Anyone living somewhere warm want to adopt me?!
“Nerves and butterflies are fine – they’re a physical sign that you’re mentally ready and eager. You have to get the butterflies to fly in formation, that’s the trick.”