Even my dreams hate me....

For the past few months I have been suffering from gallstone attacks. To avoid massive, crippling pain, I have had to put myself on a very strict diet. I am effectively not allowed to enjoy a meal anymore. I am not able to consume alcohol, tea, coffee, dairy, meat, eggs, refined sugars, saturated and trans fats, etc, etc.

Anyways, last night I dreamt about one of the items on my list forbidden goods. I dreamt that I had poured myself a large mug full of fresh, hot coffee. The aroma was seductive. The steam danced sensually on the air. I poured cream into it, and the beauty of the two swirling liquids brought tears to my eyes. Brown and white mixing into a golden paradise. I then added sugar. It cascaded majestically from the sugar bowl. They were little crystals tumbling from heaven. I stirred that gorgeous concoction with revery.

And then came that glorious moment. I lifted the mug to my lips, and drank deep that warm, sweet liquid. It was an orgasmic pleasure, such as I had never felt before. I drank it all, restraining myself from gulping it down in one go. I forced myself to savour its creamy delight.

I finished drinking. I sat back in my chair in a glorious daze of happiness. 

Suddenly, a full blown gallstone attack hit me! It wrenched me from my extacy. Seering pain under my right rib, spreading through my entire abdomen, fire blazing through my body, shooting into my shoulder, nausea taking over. I fell out of my chair, crumpling into a fetal position onto the floor. I cried and vomited.

Then, I awoke in a cold sweat.

Even my dreams won't let me enjoy my forbidden foods.

:(