The most important meal of the day
Mar. 27th, 2009 10:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stephbgI've been keeping a food diary again this last week, but it's a bit on the rough side. Few quantities, weights or measures, and some clinical observations thrown in for good measure. An independent reader might struggle with the idea of 'porridge, tender ribs' for breakfast. Or 'iced spleen' for lunch.
I was well enough this evening to be a little crazy-ranty with excitement. If I could be treated, perhaps I could go back to being the muscle-bound overachiever I used to be. The garden wouldn't know what hit it. The house would tremble beneath my brush. I'd write that novel (or collection of satirical essays), paint that picture, build that sculpture, rule the world! Work a reasonable number of hours and earn a proper income for the first time in years.
Travel! I could travel, and do things once I got there! I could EAT NORMAL FOOD. I'm sure I'm only sensitive to so many things because half my organs are inflamed. I could eat pizza again. Maybe not lamb roast, but that's a price I'm willing to pay.
I could ride a horse again! I could kidnap my sister and take her on a responsibility-free shopping trip to Melbourne. I COULD LIVE!
OK, it looks like the crazy-nutty hasn't passed entirely, but it's generally a good sign.
I was well enough this evening to be a little crazy-ranty with excitement. If I could be treated, perhaps I could go back to being the muscle-bound overachiever I used to be. The garden wouldn't know what hit it. The house would tremble beneath my brush. I'd write that novel (or collection of satirical essays), paint that picture, build that sculpture, rule the world! Work a reasonable number of hours and earn a proper income for the first time in years.
Travel! I could travel, and do things once I got there! I could EAT NORMAL FOOD. I'm sure I'm only sensitive to so many things because half my organs are inflamed. I could eat pizza again. Maybe not lamb roast, but that's a price I'm willing to pay.
I could ride a horse again! I could kidnap my sister and take her on a responsibility-free shopping trip to Melbourne. I COULD LIVE!
OK, it looks like the crazy-nutty hasn't passed entirely, but it's generally a good sign.
