That Horrible Sweetness...

When I finally went to the hospital, I already knew there was a problem. I wasn't eating, I couldn't do anything. I was drinking water all the time and yet still getting this horrible sweet taste in my mouth. No matter what I ate --- salty or sweet --- the taste in my mouth eventually returned to that horrible sweetness... Even water was tasting bad to me; there was no escape. I felt weak. Dizzy. It left me sleeping all day. I would get up and try to eat something and then go straight back to bed. And I was supposed to be looking for jobs. I was supposed to be getting jobs... how was I going to work in this condition.

I had one good day before the end.


I went to my parents house where my mother had cooked up a good family dinner with all of my favorite food. And, for once, it was delicious. Somehow, for this one night, I was spared from my nightmare. There was soy chicken and curry and there was delicious mango. I ate and felt good. It was a kind of last meal.

The days that followed were the worst. I barely ate. I slept all day. I was wasting away. I knew what I had to do. Insurance or no, I had no choice. It was time to go to the emergency room. There was no other way out. I just wanted so badly to taste food again. To rid myself of that sweet taste that filled my mouth and lingered even after the brushing of teeth and gargling of mouth-wash. I just wanted to be ok again.