Thursday, around 3 pm, I ate 3 inches of a banana. When I suffered no ill effects, I was elated. Around 4 pm, I ate leftover cabbage. Not many ill effects!
When I posted last at 6:30, I felt miserable and was still suffering from the same conditions as yesterday, just less.
Around 8 pm, I became ravenous. Then, I started feeling my blood sugar crashing. I wanted food, real food, not saltines and Sprite like I had been taking in and evacuating all day.
KFC! Kentucky Fried Chicken, if anyone on earth does not know.
That sounded good. But, I only had $8 in bank and $2 in my purse. Yes, and a lot of month to go. I checked my account online. Amazingly, there appeared a deposit, a very small one for online work I had done. Yes, I reconsidered spending the money. I reconsidered subjecting my gastrointestinal tract to fried chicken. But, I wanted gravy. Gravy. By this time I am doing the g r a v y dance.
Amazingly, my head was clear. I could walk without staggering. I did not lurch about. Thoughts of gravy strengthened me. I suppose saltines and Sprite does a body good and makes it yearn for gravy.
You are going to die when you hear what I ordered. just die....breast (original), green beans, macaroni and cheese, mashed potatoes and gravy, side of gravy, biscuit and free senior tea. I ate. I gobbled. I spilled stuff all over myself in my haste. I slowed down after the first frenzied minute of eating.
Never have I ordered this much at KFC. Exbf will be shocked, absolutely shocked. I could barely talk at 5:30 when I had spoken to him. I was so weak, and he was so concerned.
It has been over 3 hours and only one untoward "event." The phenergan has the throw up under control. I am a well-stuffed little pig.
Let me tell you about gravy, me, and throwing up. Throwing up is not something that happens very often in my life. Once, I was ill right after the birth of our first, and ex would not take me to doctor. He refused to allow my mother to take me. She came to take care of me and 5 day old baby. She cooked ex roast or chicken or something, but there was mashed potatoes and gravy. I had 106 temp. My normal is 97.2. After giving birth, I had an infection in my kidney. He said there was nothing wrong with me--"you just gave birth."
I begged my mother to feed me mashed potatoes and gray as I lay limp and feverish. She begged me not to eat it and refused me. I was too weak to walk without help and could not sit. She kept telling me I would throw it up. I cried like a baby, I was so hurt, and she relented. I ate a cupful of mashed potatoes and gravy. She was amazed and said I was just like Daddy, nothing ever upset my stomach.
Why the thoughts of gravy when I am ill appeals to me, I don't know. I was a little pig tonight, eating all that and then loading up on saltines and Sprite once more.
Now, milk is what I want--chocolate milk. But, that will wait until tomorrow.
This has been a once-in-a-lifetime event for me. Maybe it is all over. Hopefully, it will never happen again.
Thanks for all the kind thoughts. They made my spirit feel better, bouyed me up.
Maybe I will toddle out for chocolate milk right now.