Why, oh why, does antibiotic-induced nausea only happen after I FINISHED the bowl of yum?
Why can't I feel shitty, oh, say three bites in? Save me some freakin' calories, yo.
The first, to really understand the yum. Become fully enveloped in the mouth ecstasy.
The second, to completely relish the yum.
The third, to drive away the hungries.
Then, nausea, so that I put DOWN THE DAMN FORK.
Instead, I eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat. Then, I get up to get a drink of water. Forget about bowl of yum. Then, the barfies set in, and I have to plan around the barfies, see if my meds should be fully dissolved, which would determine WHERE the barfies, should they come, can take place.
The bowl stares at me, enticing me. Begging me to enjoy the remains. The last bits of yum left. Not just the dregs, but the GOOD STUFF that incited yum noises only moments before.
My plan of saving the best bites for last, like DESSERT bites, is foiled.
At least I didn't finish the bowl.