Exhausted and as cold as an icebox in the midst of winter.
Intense desire of crushed ice piercing through my body.
Full and bloated, yet cannot calm the raging cries for ice!!
Starving and thirsting for the freezing crunch to be felt between my teeth.
Wanting to relieve the burning sensations in my mouth.
Goosebumps running along my arms and legs as I shudder and quiver under my heating blanket.
Whether I'm on the recliner or in my bed, the blanket is set to high.
At times, even needing the assistance of my heating pad.
Sweatpants, sweatshirt, and thick fluffy socks should be enough to keep me warm.
My stomach bloated, full, and nauseated but something inside still demands ICE!
Nothing seems to make it calm down.
Agreeing to listen to my inner craving calms just a little when I give in to chewing ice.
Annoying my family to the max and setting my other symptoms haywire.
Literally freezing the interior of my body, risking my teeth, in search of what?
Ice from Sonic, Chic-fil-a, Hwy 55, or my favorite Cookout
are preferred due to texture.
Crushing ice in a blender at home is a possibility as well.
I've also tried frozen Italian Ices from the grocery store and can't leave out an occasional Pelican's shaved ice.
I don't want the sugary syrup, don't want any soda or drink, just want lots of extra extra ice.
I attempt to avoid the constant desire for ice.
Allowing myself to cave only once or twice a day & limiting the volume.
Whatever ice I place before me will eventually be chomped away.
Leaving me with even more coldness and stomach discomfort to endure.
An endless cycle of madness that I can't seem to alleviate.
A paradox of ......
craving and chewing ice when I'm already experiencing cold tingling shivers that I can't warm up.
a stomach being crammed and forced to deal with ice, when it's already fighting against any intake.
listening to my body's a win-lose situation. Part of me wins while the other is denied & punished.