The other treatment is to follow the diet recommended for those who have had their gallbladders removed, which can be best described as What the fuck do I eat, then? Not the hollandaise sauce that went with last night's flounder and steamed vegetables. Not the cookies currently in the break room, being all delicious. Not the 50 cent bag of chips in the snack machine that has the advantage of being cheap and holding back hunger for another hour and who doesn't like chips?
FUCK! I'd have the surgery just to be able to enjoy cookies and hollandaise sauce (who wants to live forever, anyway?), except that I wouldn't be able to eat them after the surgery, either. FUCKFUCKFUCK!!
Yeah, I'm gonna miss food. I'm also likely to make the people around me miss me eating food. It's not so much that misery loves company, as it is that misery demands company.