Special Diet

No.  I'm not on any special diet.  I mostly ate whatever is on my table except chicken, duck, prawn, salted fish and a myriad of other innocent looking dishes.  My well meaning team of dietician told me that my circumstances would be made more dire if I do not abstain from dishes on the Black List.  My oncologist told me that I can eat anything under the sky but to keep away from herbal remedies since they may not agree with my chemo treatment. 

I'm sick of steamed fish, have I mentioned that? I was never fond of fish dishes so its exclusive wonder is entirely wasted on me. Fishes are fishy and steamed fish are fishier. Three days after my first chemo treatment marked the day I found fishes revolting.  A slice of fish, fried or otherwise in plain sight is enough to whack my appetite out the door. It came to a point where all I had to do was to think of the stack of fishes in the freezer and all food in my mouth turned to ash.

Something had to be done.  On the weekend after my first chemo when I was poorly, I requested for a roti canai lunch complete with Chicken Masala.  Man!  It was heavenly!  On the following day, I had Nasi Lemak for lunch. A double whammy, by any standards.  All I got for my trouble was a mouth ulcer and sore throat. This was quickly arrested by a prescription of antibiotics on the first day of Raya.  Luckily for me, no fever ensued.  My appetite returned.

So, no.  I'm not on any radical diet.  I can eat anything except - Hey!  Did I mention that I hate fish dishes? Bluarrrggghh!