If a chocoholic refuses chocolate, is she dying?
I’m sick. I don’t get sick often and the sensation of being sick is foreign to me. I don’t like it. I have tonsillitis. Every year, it gets inflamed once. When this happens, I can’t even eat my favourite chocolate haystacks! However, there are a few things I like with being sick. Like having Hero, for example. Hero didn’t go to work yesterday because his car was at the mechanics. It is good to have him around when one is sick. Dr. Hero’s diagnose? “You look feverish, babe.” When I told him about me not being able to eat chocolate haystacks, he spoke into an imaginary tape recorder and changed his diagnose to “Patient refusing to eat life sustaining chocolate. Deviation from normal behavior signals potential mental illness. Suicide watch possible.” “Lie! I did not say ‘refuse’!” I croaked between choked, half-laugh. “I say ‘unable’, which means I could have wanted to, but is not ABLE to. False diagnosis!” Without batting an eyelid, my doctor morphed into a lawyer. He looked up to an ima
