I feel horrible. Something I ate yesterday tried to kill me.
It nearly did.
Oh, I'm not so sure it was the food. But to be on the safe side, I'm having rice for dinner. Basmatti rice. With a little bit of butter. No "Tasty Bite" Madras Potatoes or sweet mango chutney or mint chutney to go along with it. Just rice. Rice.
This has gone on entirely too long. Months and months, actually. Well, maybe a little longer than that. I am going to have to go to the doctor.
One of two things will happen.
Thing 1: I go to the doctor and am told to go home, exercise more, and drink more water. In essence, bug off, batty old lady.
Thing 2: I go to the doctor, undergo invasive and humiliating tests and am told to go home, exercise more, and drink more water. In essence, thanks for the trip to Cozumel.
I have a laundry list of complaints. Some of them I already know they can't do anything about (arthritis in my thumb, to name one). But do the others amount to anything more than my being a cyberchondriac? Dunno. Probably won't find out.
1 comment:
My sympathy. I don't know how old you are - I know you're younger than I, but I'm not sure how much. Well, anyway, when I started menopause, way before the obvious symptoms, every part of my body felt "off". Things that I had been slightly sensitive to, like pollen, and some perfumes, suddenly knocked me flat.
Maybe you should exercise and drink more water, THEN go to the doctor. Cut 'em off at the pass.
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