As is the norm I discovered the Law much before I was introduced to Mr. Murphy who actually wrote it.
And it has played a major role in my life. Always.
Now take this instance ….
Just before Diwali, I get diagnosed as diabetic. So I go through Diwali sans sweets. I go on this killer “I hate sweets and wont eat carbs” routine. Sigh! Who am I kidding? Once I got used to the idea, I started sneaking in some sweets – but not much. I dont wanna die do I? But I stopped indulging in any random treat that came my way.
Then I developed an allergy against the medicine that was given to me. So I stopped taking it and the allergy vanished. After a week of no medicines I visited the Doc. Yeah, I am the sort that does not go to doctors on the grounds that they may just discover some other stupid condition and give me medicines and diet regimens.
Well, the doc says that I am not diabetic. WTF??
This is the same dude that declared me diabetic not so many months ago.
Still – to be sure, he sends me for some tests – fasting and post fasting blood tests.
The results came in – Nope I am not diabetic.
So me being me, I decided to celebrate. I got up today morning, added a generous dollop of honey to my morning cornflakes. Tasted horrible!
I made myself a juicy peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I feel like too much birthday cake in my mouth. Horrible and rich.
I want to eat a spicy McChicken burger to prove to myself that I am still me. But I have no faith in myself anymore.
I have lost the taste for things that I liked.
Need some hugs my friends
I greatly fear that either I have grown too sensible and/or old or that I have become a saint.