When it comes to food, I am an absolute wuss. My stomach has become so sensitive over the years that I am doubled over in pain if I eat the wrong thing.
Anything spicy? Forget it.
A little spicy? Nope. Can?t do it.
A teeny, tiny bit spicy? Uh … no.
For example, just today I went to a local deli to grab a cup of soup. It?s cold outside, soup is hot. You get the idea. So I went with chicken and couscous, which seemed relatively safe. Except that it was made with a nice helWhen it comes to food, I am an absolute wuss. My stomach has become so sensitive over the years that I am doubled over in pain if I eat the wrong thing.
Anything spicy? Forget it.
A little spicy? Nope. Can?t do it.
A teeny, tiny bit spicy? Uh … no.
For example, just today I went to a local deli to grab a cup of soup. It?s cold outside, soup is hot. You get the idea. So I went with chicken and couscous, which seemed relatively safe. Except that it was made with a nice helping of onion flecks?which is doom for me.
Why then, did I keep eating it? Ah … an excellent question, and one that I wish I had given a little more thought to. Because despite chowing a bunch of large-sized Extra-Strength Tums, I was still in pain, even three hours later.
As I chewed those berry-flavored tablets, I was reminded once again about how insanely selective I have to be about what I eat. Which for me means essentially no Mexican food, which I really like, limited Asian food and only the mildest forms of everything else. Which doesn?t give me a lot of excitement food-wise, but better boring food than having the spices burn a hole through my stomach.
There have been a few times that I?ve been out to dinner with friends and had to leave in a hurry, trying not collapse in the street as I stumbled home while trying to avoid an accidental dookie in my shorts, then chomp down as many Tums as I could tolerate, curl up on the couch in the fetal position praying that I wouldn?t need an ambulance.
Not fun.
So if you ever see me out to eat, don?t expect anything too exotic on my plate. If it ain?t dull, I won?t be eating it. This is all kind of a bummer for me, because I love a good meal, but the other option is a worse bummer still.
