Over the past few weeks of morning sickness I’ve tried to make friends with ALL SORTS of foods. Ginger chews, ginger snaps, ginger ale, ginger tea (ok… let’s just say ANYTHING ginger), peppermint tea, citrus fruits, apple cider vinegar, chicken salad (weird craving), Indian food (weird craving that turned out to be a VERY bad idea), lemon wedges, pickles, eggs…
But alas, NO food has been MY friend. Sometimes it takes a mere fifteen minutes post-digestion for the food I’ve eaten to “resurface” in a very UNfriendly way(pineapple). Sometimes, an hour or so after eating, the food I’ve eaten causes my tummy to start swearing at me like a sailor.
I have had to beg my coworkers not to talk about food around me (ME, who usually LOVES to talk about all things food-related). If a food commercial comes on the radio or television, I turn the volume way down or look away from the screen. I simply can’t bear the sight or sound of steaks grilling, salad chewing, or ice cream licking right now. Blech.
But have I told you about my new BFF? Her name is “Saltine”. Kind of a cute name, no?
Saltine is totally unfancy. She’s not spicy, or sassy, or thrilling in any way, shape or form. She definitely has a dry sense of humor, and overall I’d say she is pretty square.
But the thing I absolutely LOVE about Saltine? She is always there when I need her.
She lets me carry her around with me in my pocketbook. She’s just like one of those cute little miniature poodles! She goes everywhere I go. Sure, maybe strangers don’t stop to say hello to her and pet her head or tickle her chin, but it sure does comfort me greatly to know she is within an arm’s reach at all times.
At the office, when I feel like I am on the verge of having to pay a not-so-fun visit to the public bathroom for a one-on-one session with a toilet, Saltine totally calms me down. She just has this way about her.
On the drive home from work, Saltine sits in the passenger’s seat. When the roads get bumpy and my tummy gets grumpy, Saltine jumps in and lends a hand.
And at the end of the day, she’ll sit on my nightstand and wait patiently as I sleep, knowing that every two to three hours I will be waking and needing her companionship.
I’d rather not be nauseous 24 hours a day, but if I AM going to be terribly uncomfortable, it’s great to have such a reliable friend I know I can depend on. I don’t know what I would ever do without her.