The Cure

I took to my bed Sunday. Something was off. I was tired, tearful, and cranky. Plus, I had no appetite. I'd asked Gary to start making more vegetables, and to Gary that means "I want to eat nothing but vegetables from now on."

Over the weekend I had a veggie-heavy homemade lo mein, then a salad with a dusting of feta, so when Gary suggested he make green beans and asparagus for dinner I just sighed and rolled over in my bed, clutching my belly.

He then brought me a tiny chocolate bunny and I ate it in one bite.

Even so, I didn't figure out what was wrong with me until I headed to the grocery store, ostensibly to BUY MORE DAMN TAMPONS, and I considered what I might buy to perk up my appetite. Soup? Meh.* Pizza? Nothing appealed. And then ... Pretzels? Cheetos? Cheese Corn WITH SALT AND CHOCOLATE! That's what's wrong! I had not adjusted to Period Eating.

I couldn't find Pretzel Flipz, my go-to menstrual snack, but I did scrape together enough chocolate and sodium to make me feel like living again.

* Incidentally, the first time I said "meh" out loud, Gary said, "What, are you Jewish now?" We then had a lively debate over the origin of the new Internet term "meh." He insists it has Jewish roots.

Comments

[Hattie]

You are going to love the Grand Canyon!

[Marcia]

http://dish.andrewsullivan.com/2013/09/10/the-origin-of-meh/

Gary may be correct about this.

[Thequeen]

Hattie - I hope so. I hear it's grand.
Marcia - hell.

[Tami]

I feel better about saying "meh" all the time, now. I'm taking it back!

[TheQueen]

Tami - But from the article it seems it should be pronounced "myneh."