Thursday, December 18, 2008

Chicken..

Lunch in Germany is always a surprise. I’m not really sure what I end up eating. For example, I saw this bird leg in front of me today and I asked the nice lady behind the counter, who speaks only German btw, “What is that?” She replied something in German and then followed that up by saying “Chicken”. Now I know that whatever was in front of me was not chicken. I mean chicken and I go back a long way and I have friends who are literally fans of my chicken eating skills (I miss Broast). She’s done this before though. She translates any fowl as chicken to me, the last time it was turkey and this time apparently it was duck. It didn’t taste too bad, but it was no chicken. I eat beef and pork regularly now, adapting to the country nicely in that way. I even think I had deer meat in the office restaurant once, at least that’s what Google translated the dish name to. However, a few weeks back, I just couldn’t get myself to eat the rabbit meat on the menu. Somehow imagery of Bugs Bunny on my plate dissuaded me. I chose the safer option instead…yup – chicken.

Monday, December 1, 2008

Nope...didn't work

The medicines didn't do their job. Now I have a battle on my hands. And I have to go at it alone. Against all odds and that kind of crap. I've lost quite a bit of weight as expected, and the worst is yet to come..oh well..
Apparently one of the side effects of the medicines are mood swings.. now they tell me!! They should have told me this 2 weeks ago. Considering me and my problems don't even matter in any or anyone's scheme of things...what the hell am I complaining about...thats all I seem to be able to do anyway...