Satan's arsehole couldn't be hotter than the hell I just went through.
Over the years I've regaled you with stories of some of my spicier adventures. Those that haven't heard it secondhand have witnessed how much I like spicy food. And know the fact that I'm up for some serious mucous membrane searing action if there's enough money or kudos up for grabs. They talked about that Dave's insanity sauce hot wings challenge for YEARS after that 4th of July BBQ. I ENJOY wasabi by the tablespoon with sushi. Habaneros and Wiri Wiris etc anything up to about 400,000 scovilles I have both enjoyed and been tortured by over the years. And I've never had any come back up, instead it all went out the way Ghandi's Revenge (as Billy Connolly calls it) should, in a southerly direction. I know to draw the line at Ghost peppers and have no intention of trying a Carolina Reaper, unless it's seriously tamed.
In short, I like spicy food.
Tonight, I had a simple Mexicana pizza from a local pizza shop, and I struggled to finish my second small slice. Soft drink, garlic bread, nothing helped this sucker go away, except time. It was that sneaky hot too, that you think you've stopped before it got too bad, but it only got hotter and hotter for a good half an hour afterwards.
This is even with some of my tastebuds and pain receptors compromised by MS-induced numbness!
And then like a fool, I believed all was well. I feel like the ignorant sucker who innocently stood there and watched the eerie phenomenon of the waves silently retreating out of the cove..not understanding the full terror that was rushing towards me all too quickly
I'm betting most of us have regurgitated in our sleep, either through over eating or drinking or illness. Or know someone who has or can at least imagine what it feels like. It's never pleasant at the best of times.
Now, imagine your stomach has happily digested just about every part of this aforementioned pizza from hell, and anything else you ate prior to that EXCEPT a few stringy bits of stuff and the chilli oil slick that was floating oh so innocently on top of your stomach acid.
Stay with me....you wake up with that oil slick coating every mucous membrane in your throat, mouth, nose and sinuses....as you desperately try not to breathe it back into your lungs.
Yeah, painful, right?
In desperation, I asked Alaskaboy to grab me a bucket in case I didn't make it, and then I ran to the bathroom and vomited up as much as I could into the sink. After rinsing my mouth out, thinking it would help bring up whatever was going on in there, I drank about 500 mls nice cool water.
It only made it worse. It didn't dilute the oil, it simply increased the surface area the damn slick could spread out over and tenfold increased the number of tsunamis I had to endure surging up and out.
The chilli queen has been deposed by two small slices of pizza. Oh, the embarrassment!
Friday, July 17, 2015
Satan's arsehole couldn't be hotter than the hell I just went through.
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
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Wednesday, November 12, 2014
Then: large bowl of cereal with sugar, 2-4 slices buttered toast with toppings, large mug milky tea with 2 heaping tsps sugar
Now: 1 egg and veggies and reduced fat feta baked in muffin tray, nectarine, all bran with milk no added sugar.
Saturday, October 11, 2014
Free from thoughts blurted out onto the screen. Will edit later.
I was very hungry yesterday afternoon
Thursday, October 09, 2014
Turns out I over did the time at the zoo earlier in September. No, rephrasing that, I
expended too much energy at the zoo. I didn't rest enough. I walked too
fast. I forgot that I'm a disabled person. I had a LOT of fun though!
But, I triggered a relapse. Thankfully, it was a mild one. I have pins
and needles in my arms and legs that come and go now. My Neuro wasn't
happy with how much MS activity I've had this year, so I'm waiting to
hear back when they can fit me in for a full spinal MRI as well as my
annual brain one. SO not looking forward to THAT!
On the positive side, I learned a lot from that trip to the zoo. So much that when I went to the Aquarium a couple of weeks ago, and the Werribee Open Range Zoo this week, I took a walker with me. It used to be my nanna's, before she transitioned to a wheelchair, but it's now mine. I can lean on it when I need to, so I'm not fighting to hold my upper body upright while walking on uneven ground. I can sit on it whenever I feel the need. I even use it to carry my handbag/backpack and drink bottle. Alaskaboy even pushed me up the steep ramps on it, rather than head a long way back around to certain elevators.
It's a little depressing to think of how I walked 10km the other year, but a least I'm living in the now. Working with what my body will let me do and learning to respect it and embrace what I still CAN do. SO, I'm thinking thre'll be more walks in my future. I'd been dreading the increase in the heat, but I reckon, as long as I don't overdo it, the walker will help me increase my activity level, and allow me to sit on something in the shade along the way.
Kiddlywink also loves going along for a ride on it too. She'd missed going out with my nanna on it, now we can all go. Someone pushing Nan, me using the walker and all enjoy the lovely walk.
I've even learned more about food and my body, but that's for another post. :)
Monday, September 01, 2014
I feel like a learner driver. I really have no idea how to eat like a
normal person. As a child and teenager I was a competitive athlete so
that always made for bigger meals than other kids my age. No way to
gauge what is a normal portion, for me, anyway. I know how much my
sister-in-law eats, but she's very petite and weighs about 45-50kgs...so
again no comparison. Kiddlywink eats intuitively, we've made
sure to teach her that. Her appetite ebbs and flows and I'm learning
from that how some days I'll be hungrier than others and less so other
Last night, I was really struggling with appetite. I'd eaten delicious meals that used up all my points, but within two hours of eating dinner I felt hollow. That kind of light hollow feeling when I've been out in cold weather all day and want something warm and comforting in my belly. But we'd been out in the sun, had a picnic, gone shopping and had a delightfully warm last day of winter. Sure the wind had been a little chilly at times, but we'd dressed appropriately.
But there I was, still feeling hollow.
Next thing I know Alaskaboy is rummaging in the pantry. I'd eaten a banana five minutes before and it had instantly vaporised, leaving my stomach feeling even more hollow. The herbal tea went the same way. Then he articulated exactly what I was feeling. "I've had cheese and crackers, and now I want nuts and seeds, but I really want to devour the bacon that's leftover from breakfast in the fridge." I waited a few more minutes, because men often have bigger appetites than women, but the hollow feeling got worse. Then I began to feel yuck.
I looked back over my tracker, and sure enough, I hadn't eaten much protein. And no green smoothy for afternoon tea, even though I'd had eaten my fruit and salad with various meals, rather than drinking them. I hadn't eaten the nuts though.
I ended up eating three full rashers of bacon, a little piece of steak, and finally a hot chocolate, when that didn't settle my tummy. (I waited many minutes in between each snack to make sure I was still hungry before eating the next thing.)
Then of course the binge-eater in me wanted to keep going: cheese and crackers, noodles, nuts, the rest of the bacon, but I hung on and kept reminding myself to feel what my tummy was saying, Warm. Comfy. Had Enough. Satisfied.
SO, now I've learned that, FOR ME, three hours sleep lacking plus a day in the fresh air equals Hunger. True hunger and next time I'll make sure to space my protein across the day and allow a bit more of that than the carbs that I seemed to want during the day. Combine the slow burn of protein with the quicker energy of complex carbs to satisfy my body. And have some warm 0 point soup for in between, help remind the tummy it's full.
Sunday, August 31, 2014
I see it, but I haaaaardly believe it!
This Kit Kat is still sitting on our chest of drawers.
Alaskaboy bought me two of them on Monday.
This week I had PMS.
One of them is still. sitting. on. my. chest. of. drawers!
And most important, it wasn't even difficult. Even when he handed them to me, I said, "I'll put this up here for later in the week." I ate one when I wanted, and then didn't even think about the second one until today, then I realised what I'd done!
Wednesday, August 27, 2014
I had a reaction to my injection last night, it doesn't happen often, but when it does it feels very unpleasant. (Basically meds end up in the vascular system accidentally, rather than subcut where it's supposed to go.) My body, after it finishes have the symptomatic response to the meds rushing around my body, goes into a very mild case of shock. This is the first time in a week where I could NOT apply the mind over matter principle. I had to eat what my body was insisting I have. First up a few chocolate malt balls. Then a chicken and mayo sandwich. And finally a cup of tea with sugar and milk. (I did NOT go back and polish off the plate of chicken which my tastebuds so desperately wanted, nor eat more bread or chocolate or cheese or...which considering it's a PMS week? Score!)
After that I continued to follow the usual pattern, my body said," oh I'm safe again... ZZZZZZZ" and I conked out in the armchair. I slept heavily for about an hour, with one or two, "huh I'm asleep, I wanna go to bed" murmurs before waking fully. Knowing I hadn't eaten that much before bedtime in a week, and the usual consequences if I went to bed too soon, I sat up and watched one of those Seconds! From! Disaster! shows that, while interesting in their own right, have way too much filler material packed into the show to make it truly enjoyable to watch. (Air Crash Investigations is my junk tv fairy floss treat.)
I woke up at some hour during the night feeling distinctly uncomfortable. Before, all I could ever identify was TOO! FULL! AND! UNCOMFORTABLE! Last night, because it was no longer normal to go to bed like that, I could feel my actual stomach distended painfully from the fluid and food busily digesting in there, and all my other organs grumpy about being pushed outta the way while they were trying to do THEIR jobs.
Uncomfortable but educational. Learning stuff left, right and centre without food blocking my view any more.
Posted by Kada at 11:01