Dinner is the best meal of the day, hands down. All the must-do’s of the day are done. There’s time to make something a little more special, or join friends to eat out. Unless, of course, you are me.
Thanks to the ol’ stomach problems, if I eat dinner lately, I am up all night with my face in a trash can. Glamorous, no? The meds are useless so far and the test results from my x-rays, upper GI scan, and blood work won’t be in until the end of the week. Until they figure this all out, I have to make the choice every night between dinner and sleep (without the two hours hurling until I moan and beg the baby Jesus to take me home).
Choosing between major life functions makes for some interesting prioritizing. Some days, the temptation of good friends and good food wins out. Some days I wake up as the bus reaches my street and crawl off and back to bed. And in general, I’m a bit of a delirious disaster- always hungry or tired or both. The best eat/ sleep combo I have found so far was the two days I lived on 2 chocolate Pop Tarts sticks for lunch and nothing else. I actually didn’t feel hungry and I went to bed and slept through the night flat on my stomach like I used to before the doctor insisted on propping myself up on my back or my side at a 30 degree angle. But a woman cannot live on Pop Tart sticks alone.
Last night I had steak dinner plans. Complete with good conversation, a floaty skirt, and a sweet potato on the side with butter and cinnamon. I followed steak dinner with a pint of ice cream each and a Tivo’d documentary on the couch. And at 11 pm, I followed a lovely evening with the trash can. Until after 2 am.
I understand that these things take time. Really I do. And that acid reflux is not the worst possible scenario. But hours of pain and vomiting every night is starting to make me wonder whether this will ever end. Until they figure this all out, it looks like I’ll only be taking invitations for lunch dates.