On Saturday last week i went out to dinner for my sister's birthday. I only very rarely eat red meat at home, and then i cut it lean as a motherfucker and slice it up for maximum tortilla wrappability and minimum fat content. But i was out and it was special so i thought what the hell, i'll go a steak. Might as well go for a treat when you're out, you know? Along comes this fuckin 2-inch thick piece of meat with all this fatty shit streaked through it, and on a bone no less!! But yanno i ate it and it was a nice change at least. I felt pretty shithouse the next day, though.
Sunday i made pork fajitas with pork i'd had in the fridge for a couple days. Don't ask why it'd been in the fridge that long. Mixup. I figured i'd be okay, though. Felt worse.
Monday i was feeling terrible, but i thought it was just leftover flu from the week before, so i pumped myself full of juice and yogurt and fruit and added extra garlic and chili to the bean and cheese burritos for dinner. Tuesday my stomach cramps were so bad, my diarrhea so fucking painful (and this is post-Imodium) i went home from work early. Wednesday after almost puking my breakfast up i decided to look up on the internet what it could be. And realized pretty much every fucking thing i put in my mouth since Sunday morning was making it worse.
So Wednesday and Thursday all i ate was dry white toast. Well, peanut butter toast and chicken soup and carrots. No cheese. No chili. No juice. No tomatoes. No garlic. No yogurt. No Diet Coke. No coffee. No alcohol. That's basically my whole diet right there. Today i thought well for sure it must've fucking gone down by now. After a full day of bland assed fucking food i drank a beer and a cider at post-work drinks. Two goddamn drinks. And now i'm in crippling pain again, cramps out the fucking ass (literally). I don't know what to eat for dinner. I am SO fucking sick of eating food that tastes like nothing. Goddamnit. I like eating. Especially NOW when i've been comfort eating to make myself feel less miserable. And no caffeine is making me cranky.
And what pisses me off more is i actually wanted to go out tonight. After last week not being able to go out due to the flu this was gonna be my first proper gig since, what? Jason Hodges? Fuck. Coming up next week is Marshall Jefferson (house music GOD) or Style Of Eye (house music up-and-comer). Maybe i should just save up for one of those and spend another weekend watching Boston Legal DVDs. But the worst thing is i won't be able to stay home and eat good food! What the fuck!!! Stupid gastro.