I’ve been lucky with nausea on a GLP-1. When it does show up, the thing that gets me through costs about a dollar and has a cartoon on it. Plus what actually helps, and when to call your care team instead.
Nine days when food was a theory and the coffee maker was my enemy. Cold things, small sips, saucers, and the phone call that mattered more than any of it.
The office pizza, the dinner party, the mother who made your favorite. How to be at the table with a quiet appetite without turning your plate into a performance.
Standing in the fridge light at 2 am without hunger. What that moment is usually about, what I do instead of eating the rice, and why I stopped grading it.
When hunger stops shouting, it shows up as 3 pm flatness, a headache, a short temper. How I learned to hear it, and the routines that keep me from skipping meals.
Cold things, crunch with no flavor attached, one pickle at 9 pm. What I noticed about cravings on medication, and why I stopped grading myself on them.
Food was anticipation, comfort, celebration, planning and company. When the drive went quiet, part of my week went blank. How I noticed, and why relief and grief were both true.
Week one, a Tuesday, 2:10 pm, and the sudden realization that lunch had never crossed my mind. What the silence felt like, and what I did with the hour.
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