Last week, a dear friend of mine was hospitalized with critical injuries after being hit by a car. This week, I took a whirlwind 2.5 day trip to the city where he lives to visit him in the hospital and to give his parents a much-needed break from bedside duty.
When I was packing for the trip, my mother voiced her concerns about whether or not I was going to be able to find food that I was comfortable eating while on such a trip. Thinking that it was just not important relative to what my friend’s family was going through, I told her that I would simply “make it work”. I packed snacks and, upon arrival in the city, did enough groceries for two breakfasts and two lunches.
I did not underestimate the emotional impact that seeing my friend would make on me, but I did underestimate how it would affect my eating.