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dragonlady7Not being able to taste food reduces an otherwise fairly satisfying lunch (mac-n-cheese and root beer) to a rather bland and faintly nauseating experience. Root beer is particularly repulsive with an impaired sense of taste: it tastes like chemicals rather than sugar, and is somewhat disconcerting.
Mac n cheese, annoyingly, is just a texture and a vague idea of salty-tangy, and isn't really worth the effort of the chewing. But, again, I didn't even think about food until I was already dizzy, and today Dave's not even home to save me, so this is the best I've come up with, even though I knew it would be particularly disgusting. Am currently in the state that food inspires in me: dizzy, because I haven't processed it yet, and nauseated, because the processing it is gross. Yes. How I manage not to lose any weight on this diet plan is beyond me.
Am trying to combat my rather upsetting sense of unreality by taking some interest in my surroundings. I have spent much of my recent past either working or lying in bed, and feel that i ought to counteract this by spending some time out of bed.
So i decided to clean. The first order of business was the dishes. Dave, as of two weeks before starting school, decided he was no longer in charge of dishes. This means that I am now officially the breadwinner and laundry-doer and, apparently, dish-doer. As far as other household chores, they don't get done. This leaves Dave as the official dish-dirtier, and part-time cook. He does cook sometimes. There is that. I don't anymore because I'm too goddamn tired.
I discovered that my sense of smell is not entirely gone. I can smell the food rotting in the sink. Yum. So I did two sinkloads worth of dishes, and when I abandon my attempts at eating, I'll probably go back and do some more.
I couldn't tell you why nothing's fun lately. I did have a little bit of fun last night, snuggling with Dave and discussing weird things-- it's not that I have no sense of joy or anything. And Fileg's post earlier with the panflute flowchart filled my morning with glee. But I don't really enjoy things that aren't sleeping, anymore. This is annoying. I hope spring fixes this. (It did snow four inches yesterday. Go Buffalo and its exceptionally tardy springs...)
Mac n cheese, annoyingly, is just a texture and a vague idea of salty-tangy, and isn't really worth the effort of the chewing. But, again, I didn't even think about food until I was already dizzy, and today Dave's not even home to save me, so this is the best I've come up with, even though I knew it would be particularly disgusting. Am currently in the state that food inspires in me: dizzy, because I haven't processed it yet, and nauseated, because the processing it is gross. Yes. How I manage not to lose any weight on this diet plan is beyond me.
Am trying to combat my rather upsetting sense of unreality by taking some interest in my surroundings. I have spent much of my recent past either working or lying in bed, and feel that i ought to counteract this by spending some time out of bed.
So i decided to clean. The first order of business was the dishes. Dave, as of two weeks before starting school, decided he was no longer in charge of dishes. This means that I am now officially the breadwinner and laundry-doer and, apparently, dish-doer. As far as other household chores, they don't get done. This leaves Dave as the official dish-dirtier, and part-time cook. He does cook sometimes. There is that. I don't anymore because I'm too goddamn tired.
I discovered that my sense of smell is not entirely gone. I can smell the food rotting in the sink. Yum. So I did two sinkloads worth of dishes, and when I abandon my attempts at eating, I'll probably go back and do some more.
I couldn't tell you why nothing's fun lately. I did have a little bit of fun last night, snuggling with Dave and discussing weird things-- it's not that I have no sense of joy or anything. And Fileg's post earlier with the panflute flowchart filled my morning with glee. But I don't really enjoy things that aren't sleeping, anymore. This is annoying. I hope spring fixes this. (It did snow four inches yesterday. Go Buffalo and its exceptionally tardy springs...)
