Wednesday, October 14, 2015
What I am referring to in the immediate present, however, is the ability to eat. I have never had any difficulty with eating. I love food, I love to cook, I love to eat at restaurants, I love food to a fault. Since I had abdominal surgery last week, though, I have had great difficulty with eating. The gut does not like to be touched. That is why it is housed in a muscular enclosure that protects it from much manipulation from the outside. So having abdominal surgery, where hands are all over the gut, and in my case trying to figure out whether I had any tumors in the gut, so they were gone over with a fine tooth comb, every inch was manipulated and massaged, so guess what? My gut was not happy. Not at all. Completely on strike for over a week, and even when it deigned to start working again, it did so ever so slowly.
When I can once again eye something delicious, put it in my mouth, savor it, and then swallow it without a veritable riot occurring inside, I swear I will be thankful for that pleasure. Every part of illness makes one all the more grateful for the health I have had.