Cureless

I ran to the hospital this morning and complained about this gastric pain that I’ve been feeling since yesterday. The doctor forbade me from eating oily and spicy food. I’m not exactly sure what caused the recurrence of my ulcer. As far as I can remember, I’m only guilty about eating pork barbeque dipped in spicy vinegar for one whole week. And the last thing I ate before I began “feeling” all the activity inside my stomach, is a rice meal with spicy ginataang gabi (taro leaves cooked in coconut milk). Hence, my day isn’t complete now without antacids.

The doctor also recommended me for stool testing at the lab in case my loose bowel movement continues. That’s right. It’s not only the ulcer. After guiltless bingeing yesterday, I felt funny when I woke up this morning. And so I also told the doctor about it. It must be the goto or the garlic dip (of the ribbon fries) or the takoyaki… And until late this afternoon, I still have it. I don’t care anymore whatever caused the disturbance, but I don’t ever want to tinker with that stuff, even if it’s my own. And so I’m praying so fervently for it to stop.

Tomorrow, when I visit the toilet, I want to see myself relieved. At least, I’d only be worrying about what to eat… which brings me to the point. My eating habits are worsening. Not that I’m worried about my physical appearance, the figure thing. I need to watch my health. And what I felt are signs of it.