Stop, stomach, stop!
Two nights ago, my stomach kept running and running, and I kept waking up to chase it. And although I chased it with all my might, I still couldn’t catch it. It ran faster than my legs.
Yesterday night, I made up my mind that I was not going to chase it. If it wanted to run, let it run. I didn’t care anymore. I had to take Oral Rehydration Therapy. I wonder how KC made that ORT with cubed sugar. He must have done some serious arithmetic in order to ascertain the salt-sugar ratio. They say when you take it, it replenishes the nutrients you lost while chasing the running stomach.
What did I do to have my stomach run away from me? What did I do? But if I can be sincere with myself, I will remember that I visited one restaurant, ‘Fine Day’ Restaurant as it is called. I thought everything was fresh in the restaurant. It actually appeared fresh. I mean the Eguisi tasted very sweet. I enjoyed it and paid for the meal with a smile. I even gave the waiter a TIP. How could that have made my stomach run away from me?
Since then, I have lost zest for life. I still had to go into town yesterday to do some business. You need to have seen me looking all moody. I couldn’t drive. My younger had to drive the whole time. It was bad.
I am stronger today even though I have apathy for food. I don’t think I am anorexic, I just think that I don’t feel like eating any thing called food. I don’t want my stomach to run away from me anymore.
I hope it doesn’t run again; I don’t have power to chase it.