Make that sixteen. SIXTEEN hours without food or water (apart from the glucose drink I had at 9:50). Three hour-long chunks of sitting on an uncomfortable padded bench in an airless waiting room, with 98FM playing at a volume just too loud to read through and too soft to make out without concentrating, punctuated by bloodlettings. I did get a lot of cardigan knitted, mind you, so it wasn't all bad.
On my release I shambled up the road, stopping first in Cafe Sol for a smoothie to keep me going, and then at Dunne and Crescenzi, where I sank into a chair and husked "mounds of food, please" at the waiter, and after about six very floaty and nauseous weeks found myself in a position to tuck very carefully into bruschetta al pomodoro and salsiccia e fagioli alla Toscana and salumi misti. And now I feel almost human again. Almost. (I've to phone tomorrow for test results. This seems entirely secondary, somehow!)
I do go on about it, I know, but foodlessness is really not my bag, baby. I'm still half-amused, half-gobsmacked at a conversation Niall and I had a while ago, where I finally realised that he'd been assuming all along that my experience of hunger was more or less like his - i.e. a mild distraction, perhaps shading to discomfort in extreme cases - and therefore that my behaviour and reactions when I hadn't eaten were totally over the top (which, if you accepted his premise, was a reasonable attitude to take). He was surprised to hear about the pain and the dizziness and the loss of coordination and the weepiness and the panic.
It's a genuine physical reaction, but I'm uncomfortably aware how psychological it is, too: last night, although I had a substantial Condemned Man's snack at 20:45 (fast began at 21:00), hunger pains and panic had set in by midnight. I know they wouldn't have been there if I'd been looking forward to my customary vat of porridge at 8:30.
I wonder if I'll ever get over this? It's bloody inconvenient.
On my release I shambled up the road, stopping first in Cafe Sol for a smoothie to keep me going, and then at Dunne and Crescenzi, where I sank into a chair and husked "mounds of food, please" at the waiter, and after about six very floaty and nauseous weeks found myself in a position to tuck very carefully into bruschetta al pomodoro and salsiccia e fagioli alla Toscana and salumi misti. And now I feel almost human again. Almost. (I've to phone tomorrow for test results. This seems entirely secondary, somehow!)
I do go on about it, I know, but foodlessness is really not my bag, baby. I'm still half-amused, half-gobsmacked at a conversation Niall and I had a while ago, where I finally realised that he'd been assuming all along that my experience of hunger was more or less like his - i.e. a mild distraction, perhaps shading to discomfort in extreme cases - and therefore that my behaviour and reactions when I hadn't eaten were totally over the top (which, if you accepted his premise, was a reasonable attitude to take). He was surprised to hear about the pain and the dizziness and the loss of coordination and the weepiness and the panic.
It's a genuine physical reaction, but I'm uncomfortably aware how psychological it is, too: last night, although I had a substantial Condemned Man's snack at 20:45 (fast began at 21:00), hunger pains and panic had set in by midnight. I know they wouldn't have been there if I'd been looking forward to my customary vat of porridge at 8:30.
I wonder if I'll ever get over this? It's bloody inconvenient.
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Date: 2007-10-01 02:08 pm (UTC)Brian refers to this as HLS (Hungry Lisa Syndrome) - I get very bewildered and dizzy if I don't eat. I greatly sympathise!
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Date: 2007-10-01 07:32 pm (UTC)Even now, at half past eight, I'm still feeling a meal or two behind on the day. (Fortunately, I bought Maya Gold IN BULK at the Dublin Food Co-op last month...)
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Date: 2007-10-01 02:32 pm (UTC)See, I get that. But it sort of does sound diabetes-ey doesn't it?
I dono about the pain thing. I've never had that. But of my close friends two of them do get all the symptoms you describe. One of them is um ... yanno, large. And one is incredibly (seriously) fit. I've sort of quietly concluded that people whose calorie requirements (for whatever reason) are at the high end of the scale really do go through hell.
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Date: 2007-10-01 07:48 pm (UTC)Now this, I like. I wonder who the god of hypoglycaemic symptoms is?
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Date: 2007-10-01 08:48 pm (UTC)I'm not sure if it is physically possible to sacrifice a bowl of porridge...
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Date: 2007-10-01 07:40 pm (UTC)I think it's just the way my body likes its fuel.
This is my working hypothesis, yes. AND, of course, it's why I fought Holles Street tooth and nail to get a concession on their daft "no eating in labour" policy. Grr. (Apparently the community midwives don't enforce this. I need to double-check that with them.)
* I originally typed "hunger-gatherer". Hee.
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Date: 2007-10-02 07:40 am (UTC)Another time, I was post-migraine. I got him to do it to see if low blood sugar had anything to do with the post-migraine crapness, but it came up smack bang in the middle of normal.
He says you can get them in a pharmacy and they're not that expensive. Perhaps we could get one between the lot of us!
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Date: 2007-10-01 07:35 pm (UTC)Well, yes. I've often wondered if there might be something of that in it. Never investigated it before now, though. I'm very interested to see so many other women chiming in to say they experience the same thing. My mother gets it as well, although I think not quite as badly as me.
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Date: 2007-10-01 04:11 pm (UTC)it is much worse since i had children, and when i was pregnant? i went NOWHERE without an emergency mars bar in my bag.
your breakfast meal today sounds positively wonderful. shame it's leftovers night here...
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Date: 2007-10-01 07:56 pm (UTC)I'm trying to decide if it's worse now than before I had Oisín. I think probably not. I've had to explain to him a few times that I'm cross-because-I'm-hungry, rather than because of anything in particular he's done...
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Date: 2007-10-01 06:51 pm (UTC)I think my fear of hunger has been a factor in my weight gain at times. I wouldn't wait until I was hungry before eating and end up over eating.
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Date: 2007-10-01 08:00 pm (UTC)You are me, and I claim my five currency units.
D'you mind my asking a related question? I gather from recent mentions that you're still avoiding cow's milk: is this because you remain personally sensitive to it, or is it just that Aisling's sensitivity persists?
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Date: 2007-10-01 08:30 pm (UTC)Good luck with the results. Keeping in mind, though, that there was no reason to wonder about your health if it wasn't for entirely coincidental tests.
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Date: 2007-10-01 08:53 pm (UTC)I was mightily glad of this similarity when we visited you last year. I've stayed with nonchalant eaters a few times, and it can be HELL.
no reason to wonder about your health if it wasn't for entirely coincidental tests
Indeed! That aspect of it certainly does irk me, but at least I had the test as part of a nutrition study and not just for the hell of it.
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Date: 2007-10-01 09:00 pm (UTC)Incidentally, I guess I'll next see you (with NewSpawn!) in March? Must organise myself.
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Date: 2007-10-01 09:34 pm (UTC)Yes - it was profoundly comforting :-)
Regarding March, I seem to recall that the event to which you allude coincides with Easter, when we have our totally-set-in-stone extended-family holiday. So I'm not sure what our movements will be. I need hardly say that if it proves in the least bit feasible, we'd be more than eager to meet you while you're over, one way or another.
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Date: 2007-10-01 09:34 pm (UTC)I've become pretty good about saying 'I have to eat now!' I hate the way some people try and shame me about it, like it's just a habit or indulgence but most people are OK. Admittedly I am shameless about playing the lactating woman card.
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Date: 2007-10-01 08:40 pm (UTC)Oh, the glucose drink! Isn't it delicious? she said sarcastically - like drinking icing sugar.
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Date: 2007-10-01 08:55 pm (UTC)My glucose drink tasted like very cheap orange juice, I think. I was so grateful to get it, after more than twelve hours, that it seemed pretty good!
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