Have you ever taken a suggestion from a dog?
There’s a pill I have to take first thing in the morning. Though I’ve been taking it for several years now, it’s only recently I became aware it was supposed to be taken with food. Now, on the rare occasion when I am prescribed any kind of medication I usually head straight for the better-known websites for all the info, because I want to know what the stuff is and what the side effects are. There are always side effects, you know; the only question is: how bad are they?
Somehow the need to take this particular pill with food had escaped my notice. This is probably due to the fact that years ago, it was marketed as NOT being offensive to the stomach. I’d been downing it with my morning coffee. Then a couple of months ago I started having horrible nausea and heartburn, which is so unusual for me, I knew it had to be related to that pill. So when I looked into it, and soon after asked the doc, I realized I had to come up with a food item I can stand to consume at that hour.
I do not like sweet stuff in the morning. Ick, ick, and more ick! I don’t know why this is, but to me a donut, Belgian waffle or even an attractively-presented fruit plate is more appropriate to my consumption closer to lunchtime. When I was a kid, a lot of times I’d have oatmeal — with butter, salt and pepper. Or a peanut butter sandwich. Or leftovers from the night before.
The rest of the world does not feel that way. I can’t tell you how many “breakfast” meetings and morning conference sessions I’ve come away from wishing I’d had the foresight to pack a sandwich. So often, the concept of breakfast for a large group only includes stuff like frosted jelly donuts, the aforementioned waffle, drenched in syrup or fruit sauce, and topped with whipped cream. More recently, the chocolate croissant has been added to the list.
Heck, I don’t even put sugar in my coffee! If I am truly starving, and there is no reasonable means of finding sustenance without sweetener, I am sometimes reduced to adding half and half, (or cream if they have the genuine article) to my coffee and calling it breakfast.
So there’s the dilemma: I have to eat something small, but not a donut or cookie or poptart. That early, I’m not really ready for breakfast yet. I don’t have breakfast until I’ve been awake for a couple of hours in my usual morning routine. So it’s either switch around the morning somehow, thus mucking up the entire day, or find something small that’s food.
Then one day I was telling my husband about our son’s dog, an elder Rottweiler by the name of Gemini Jade. Much the same as elder humans, dogs often have to take a pill in the morning, and so does Gemmi. I remarked that she’s so used to her routine, she’d take her morning pill whether anybody wrapped it in a piece of cheese or bologna or not. Aha! The light went on.
So now I take my morning pill with a piece of salami, or cheese, or whatever similar thing happens to be in the fridge. I also thank Gemmi for giving me the idea, and no longer needing to deal with an urpy tummy.