Today I was not in the mood to write a daily prompt. I had a digestive problem. I ate a salad with my spaghetti at lunch time. The first salad for some time with my own special salad sauce, which we wll like. Nothing complicated: chopped echalottes, chopped chives, aromat (swiss salty spice the no Swiss can survive without), dash of pepper all mixed together with mayonnaise, mustard, 1 spoon herb vineagar and 3 spoons olive oil. Why am I telling you this? It helps because I am trying to find why I had a stomach upset, because lately I am get too many of thes e problems. I do not even have stomach ache, no pains, nothing, not even a cramp, but something does not agree with me. A week ago the same thing, but this time I blamed it on some sort of strange cake from a bakers which had a suspicious cream. I have tablets and within an hour or two I almost feel like a normal person again.
My craving for diary products was stopped some time ago as I noticed that I had problems every time I had some ice cream or cream. I was never a milk fan, so that was not such a problem. However, I was and am convinced I have a lactose sensitivity and so these items are now tabu in my diat. If you have a lactose problem, it does not usually happen the next day, but from 30 minutes to a couple of hours later, that is why I came to this conclusion.
I am diabetic, so there is no question about eating food with sugary toppings or fillings, although now and again I like to do it. It gives life a touch of adventure, eating what you are not supposed to. Basically everything should be taken in sensible measures.
I do not smoke, do not drink alcohol.
I have learnt to crave nothing, but now this mysterious something is ruining the quality of my life. I take a medicine before eating a meal to protect my stomach. I take a capsule to balance the contents of my digestive organs after a meal, but it seems to no avail. There is something that does not like me. I am now suspicious of everything I eat, crave no longer exists in my vocabulary. Two hours ago I was convinced that the end was nigh, I even cancelled an appointment with my therapist. I was too frightened to leave the safety of my home where everything was in reach if I needed it and look at me now. Sitting on the porch writing as if nothing had happened, but with a sneaky suspicion that this is not the end of it and something will happen again. Perhaps I am making medical history. I was thinking of eventally keeping my appointment with the therapist, but I would not have felt very safe about it.
One thing has been proven, that I might have my eating customs slowly under control, but my craving for sitting at the computer and writing has not yet been eliminated from my life. I was laying on the bed, feeling sorry for myself, and recovering from the fact that I could not enjoy my golden oldie sleep after lunch as I was confined to another small room for an hour or so. Look at me now, writing as if nothing had happened, however an appointment has been made to see the doc tomorrow.
I am not even hungry, or thirsty, just fed up. So enough, this piece reads like a therapy exercise. Write about your problems and they will go away (but be careful what you eat).
Daily Prompt: I am forgetting how to crave