My husband has a vegetable garden that he may love more than he loves me. At least, he loves every individual vegetable like a mother with a newborn child. Oddly enough, to show that I love him, I have to eat them. And eat them. And eat them. That means constant ingestion of whatever happens to be growing, be it broccoli, carrots, kale, lettuce, peppers, squash, zucchini, onions, cucumbers, tomatoes, beets -- are you nauseous yet?
In the last couple of weeks, the zucchinis started coming at a rapid pace. That means zucchini omelets, grilled zucchini, fried zucchini, zucchini with pasta, zucchini and whatever. Despite a growing revulsion to the vegetable I have been very accommodating, but hey -- what are wives for? Until last week, when I was suddenly sickened with a severe case of -- excuse me for writing the heinous word -- diarrhea. Like really bad. Like shoot me bad.
It wasn't stopping and finally I did what I always do before calling a physician: I checked the internet. I learned that an abundance of zucchini can cause an abundance of diarrhea, especially in people with pre-existing stomach issues like IBS. That's me! There is even something worse called "zucchini poisoning" which I don't have yet but there's still time since I ate some for dinner last night before I googled it.
If we ever renew our vows, I am definitely inserting a line saying I don't have to eat the stuff he grows.
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