So on to other news. The medication has made food taste weird. Bad weird, really really bad. I had a part of a Subway sandwich. I like those. My husband cut it nicely into 4 little pieces because I am super picky now. I was sort of picking at it and there was something in it, horrid like sour kraut dipped in battery acid and allowed to ferment in hell for 3 months ( in real life, I think it might have been an onion). Needless to say, I didn't finish all my dinner. When making the foccasia, I noticed that my sense of smell has changed too. The dough smelled nauseating to me, I think it was the garlic, but everyone else said it smelled and tasted good. I'll take their word for it, no way I'm eating it. Bizarre right? Toast, plain potato chips, and tic tacs are about all I eat, with the occasional cookie or ice cream tossed in for protein (As a vegetarian, a healthy diet is vital!). At least the mood swings have stopped, so that's good.
Hopefully, I'll hear tomorrow what the insurance company says. Eeek! Scary either way! Perfect for halloween.
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