Since leaving the hospital after my big to-do, the way some people lose their sex drive, well, I’ve lost my food drive. Being on a liquid diet for so long, you pretty much learn to stop eating, ingesting nothing but nourishing liquids and delicious air. It’s a great-ish way to live.
But, if my mother, friends and, most especially, doctors are to be believed, I have to eat again and soon, if only to receive those precious vitamins and minerals to, you know, help keep me not only strong, but alive as well. So usually, during the day I’ll eat maybe a protein bar and Healthy Choice Steamer Bowl in-between doing my physical therapy and medical appointments.
Which leads me to my food reviews here on the Lost Ogle: once a week, I allow myself to actually leave the house, go to an interesting restaurant and order some food to write about and hopefully it’s entertaining. I’ll take a few pictures, have a few bites to get a “journalistic feel” and then, if it’s edible, take the grub home. Once there, I’ll eventually eat the rest of it over a two or three-day period, all the while saving me a few bucks on groceries – that precious green going to things like Shiley inner cannulas and other fraught medical necessities.
However, while I might not be all that hungry, for some odd reason I am, constantly and consistently, always thirsty. Be it water, diet soda, juice, unsweetened tea, skim milk or kombucha, you can typically catch slowly sipping something—thanks, trach!—at most times in my current life. It’s how I do now and we’ve just got to accept it.