Diagnosed Food

I could not go to have lunch with Ash today. I woke up this morning feeling fine, even tried to make John leave the bed before his second alarm went off but I was unsuccessful. I walked around being rested and feeling like today everything was going to be fine. Then I sat down by John, woke him up with cuddles and talked about my dream, when the creeping nauseating stomach made itself present. It was early in the morning and my stomach was turning against me.

I would have left around half past eleven. An hour before that I read online about high rise sicknesses and such, to see if this feeling had anything to do with staying for too long high up in the air. I found nothing on it, apart from one person asking the same question. Could someone in a high rise apartment get nauseous staying indoors for too long a time? The answers had nothing to do with me - air conditioning, cleaning solutions, new carpets, etc. Another said that the feeling had nothing to do with the building and that the person asking should see a doctor. I found something called sick building syndrome, which just seems to be the condition the person in the thread I was reading had. Also the symptoms did not match mine.

After reading all that I decided to go downstairs and sit outside for a while to see if my problems faded. If so I could go have lunch with my friend! I took a seat just outside the building and breathed. It felt good to get some fresh air and some heat from the sun on my skin, but after a while I started to feel lightheaded. When a cleaning lady swooped the area I decided to head back home. When rising to my feet my head felt like it kept rising and I floated to the door. The elevator-ride was uncomfortable and by the time I closed our front door I had a headache.

John went to have lunch with Ash instead. I thought that was a good idea since then she would at least have company by one of us. Besides, she once said that John and I act like the same person. I had a small lunch and ate yoghurt a few hours later. John told me they ate not-so-tasteful-food-court-food. He called me afterwards and explained how to start cooking the chicken that was supposed to stay in the oven for over five hours. Only the ingredients he wanted me to use all had mould on them - the onions, the carrots and the broccoli. So he asked me to wait for him to call me back since he by then was at the doctor's office and had to rethink the dinner.

I am not sure if a psychiatrist is called a doctor. John finally went to see one after lunch. For as long as I have known him he has said that he probably has ADHD, but never actually made any move to get himself diagnosed. Today's meeting was booked for forty five minutes but apparently it only took twenty minutes for the psychiatrist to say that John probably has ADHD. He gave him three types of pills and John had to say no when the doctor wanted to prescribe even more to him. So strange. But he never got a diagnose since that takes time. John will have to see this not-so-great psychiatrist again to be able to move closer to a proper diagnosis. I am very confused by this, but will try to keep the blog updated on these events.

John called me again after he was done there, saying that I should turn off the oven that I had left on since it was going to be warm soon anyway. We discussed what we had at home that could replace the moulded ingredients. Did not come up with a solution. John said we could cook another recipe that would only take an hour, so we hung up. Around five I got a message over at Telegram telling me what to do. I put the stuffed chicken (preparations made by John last night) in an ovenware, was told to cut the only onion left (not moulded) in four pieces and place around it. Take potatoes, clean and put around the chicken as well. Then John told me to cut the potatoes in half, because it was a squeeze, and add two more. I salted, I peppered, I used olive oil in a confident drizzle over the whole thing per instructions from John. I sent him a confident video as proof. He told me to add more and totally ruined my confident swooshy olive-oil-application-video. I added a little bit more and John said to add more pepper so I did. Eventually I was allowed to put it in the oven, set a timer to twenty minutes and when it rang I would turn it ninety degrees. I did so every twenty minutes until he got home.

Dinner was good! Chicken was full of flavour and so juicy inside. John had given us half each and none of us could finish it (even though we both gave it a good try). Potatoes were a bit too hard for my taste, which was too bad because the overall taste of them was good. Good potatoes. I like potatoes. I wish we ate it more often! Unfortunately... they last two bags we have owned had moulded before we figured we should eat them. John said we should only buy food on Friday's that we know we will eat in two days. The rest of the week we can survive on food court/hawker centre food! I agree. Let us try this... eventually.