The medicine prescribed for me by my newly acquired NHS doctor wasn't intended to improve my mood. It was intended to quell the queasiness I'd been feeling for weeks whenever I ate anything. Happily, as a result of decreased queasiness, improved digestion or unintended side effects, over the past few days, I have been feeling more optimistic about life. Which is a good thing, because my medication came with bad news. I've had intermittent digestive problems for a couple of years now. (Really, do you want the details? No? I didn't think so.) I finally got motivated to see a doctor when the aforementioned queasiness began; because I had lost all desire to eat, I was beginning to lose weight. Medication seems to have solved the immediate queasiness problem, but to investigate the longer term problem, the doctor wants me to go wheat-free for 4-5 weeks. Two words: Christmas Cookies. I haven't yet managed a wheat free day. Wheat snuck into my casserole as
2021 and I'm still trying to remember which box I packed my sense of adventure in. Weaving and baking and walking the dogs until I can find it.