It’s Fromage Friday
And I Can’t Eat Cheese
Yesterday, I sat down to write my Fromage Friday post. I had completed all the research and organized a rough draft. But when I began to type my tasting notes, my fingers fell from my keyboard and a sense of emptiness drained my body of all vibrancy and happiness. I realized that I could not finish my weekly Fromage Friday, because I was no longer under the influence of the blessed drug that fills my life with fulfillment and purpose, cheese. You might not know this, but one of the major side effects of anesthesia is constipation. I mean real constipation, not the kind you feel after Thanksgiving because you ate too many mashed potatoes. My stomach is not digesting food. Anything I send down there gets lost in some grim dungeon of purgatory – a place I can’t bare to send holy cheese.