Painful reminder after eating a meal
Last updated at 11:19, Friday, 27 July 2012
IT’S true. After many happy years, we’ve gone through a troubled period and, whilst my passion is still unbounded, my love is no longer reciprocated. In fact, it’s all turned rather nasty.
In my younger days, I was insatiable. I could literally enjoy it virtually all day, and even late in to the night, as much as I could lay me hands on. But, as time goes on, it’s getting more and more difficult, and now I find myself wondering – is it worth it? And then the waves of unpleasantness and acidity crash forth afterwards, leaving me upset and lonely in the depths of the night, staring at the ceiling in the darkness, longing for the pain to end.
Yes, I get terrible indigestion.
Sorry, you thought I was talking about what?! This isn’t THAT kind of column, thank you very much.
At the weekend, I had the pleasure of going out for a cracking meal at No.17 in Milnthorpe. Everyone agreed the food was fantastic, and my coffee crème brulee, with rum and raisin ice cream, pistachio shortbread, chocolate coated coffee beans, and some pink drizzly liquid on the plate (why do they do that, by the way?) was mind-blowingly delicious.
But even as I was savouring it’s creamy gorgeousness, and taste-bud caressing flavours, alarm bells were ringing in my head. And there it was – my indigestion voice. It had already been warning me when I looked at the menu, but I managed block it out with cider. Now it was back though – whispering in my ear, in that sarcastic, snidey way it has.
“Ooooh!” It cooed. “Isn’t this just lovely! Mmmm. Ever so rich and creamy, isn’t it? What with all the other nice things you’ve had – those olives, and the Haloumi cheese thing – just smashing!” It then whispered, tauntingly, “Don’t let worrying about later spoil it for you, will you, sweetie?”
I hate that voice. I hear it a lot nowadays. Where once I’d have a big slab of the triple chocolate torte, then ask for seconds, now I worry that it’ll be back to haunt me later. Anchovies? I might as well drink the contents of a car battery. Stilton? Just shove that red hot poker in my guts, would you?
Sure enough, at 3am on Saturday morning, I was wide awake, sweating slightly, the burning, sickening feeling proving, once again, that I should have listened to my whispering nemesis. An hour on the sofa, tablets, and a glass of water later, I crawled back to bed, spending Sunday tired and still feeling the rusty spoon of doom mixing my innards.
But do I learn? The ultimate gamble of instant pure delicious gratification, versus possible tortured unpleasantness at a later point, is a tough one to resist.
Do you feel lucky, food punk? There’s always that packet of Rennie in the cupboard...
Have a good, acid free, weekend.
If you can.
First published at 11:53, Friday, 20 July 2012
Published by http://www.nwemail.co.uk
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Much sympathy.sounds as if you are a heartburn sufferer like myself. Are you sure its the fatty, rich stuff which is causing the problem? Fats usually form a layer over your stomach contents reducing the bubbling which throws acid into your oesoaphagus and thus the burning.You didnt mention what preceded the pudding.I find raw vegetable such as onion and peppers a major irritant.Generally ok if they are cooked.Chillies are a no-no even if cooked (sadly as i love Indian and Thai food).
Treatment? I find frequent sips of water
or Gavescon liquid help.Sleeping sitting up with extra pillows helps.
Hope you find a solution. What's strange ,if you ask around its mostly men who suffer heartburn.There must be a difference between the sexes in the design of the flap at the oesophagus entrance.
Although I live in Cheshire, I'm a Dalton lad and that's why I read the Mail.
I went through the same agonies for years, I am now 81, and I have never had a twinge of indigestion for the last 40 years.
I am certain that it was a stomach bug of some sort because the agony ended after a dose of antibiotic for a minor skin infection. Now I can eat absolutely anything, at any time of the day. I used to have to carry indigestion remedies everywhere but now I do not know the meaning of indigestion.