Bor-ing

Because I am now fearful of food (who'd a thunk it?) I am eating carefully.

When I am in a restaurant, I caution them that if they aren't careful, they will kill me right there, dead on the spot. And how will that look to other patrons?

I have had a few pleasant surprises, and had begun thinking maybe I could live this way. (I have to, until I see a specialist Thursday).

But today, I think I frightened the staff so badly that they must have sterilized the food, cooked it far away from anything that tastes and served it to me proudly.

I almost went to sleep chewing. Bland, blah. What's the point in eating if it taste like....nothing?

Of course, I shouldn't complain. They didn't kill me, after all.

Ain't it funny how you don't give things a thought at all, until it happens to you. And then, Blammo!

I never thought about having a food allergy reaction that would almost kill me. And very well could, the next time.

For cryin' out loud, I am almost sixty-one years old, why would I worry about something like this happening now?

But it sure nuff did.

Pass the pepper, will ya? I don't think a little will hurt me.