It's Official. When One Has a Craving for Indian Food One Must Remember His Stomach and Its Reaction to Indian Food

I was done in years ago with spicy bang, bang shrimp. There were four jumbo shrimp in a spicy sauce and I couldn't stop devouring them. I swear I burned a whole in my stomach that day (over a decade ago). I haven't eaten much Indian food since, but the idea of a samosa sounded about right, and they had a buffet, and I can't stop eating because of the flavors. 

At one point, a waiter came over to me and said, "Sir, you're sweating." Duh...I'm eating Indian food. 30 minutes later my stomach and intestines hated me. Misery of all miseries. I can cook Indian food at home because I control the spices, but going out is the death of me. At first, I was like, "What is this deliciousness?" but towards the end I knew I'd regret it.

I regret it. 

The green God painted on the wall is what I most likely looked like last night why I was digesting. I loved every bit. I hate every burn that wouldn't leave me afterwards.

Heading to the rheumatologist this morning and then to get a campus parking pass for the new vehicle. One class is graded and the next class materials start arriving today. 

I am in "let's lay under a blanket and read until it warms back up" mode.  I have to be smarter about my middle-age stomach. Looks like salads from now on. I think it was the green bean dish that had the spices that were the death of me. It was so good and I devoured it. Then it devoured me.

Plus I have a cold. Happy times. But this too shall pass.