This side effect I do not like

Oi! I didn't order this

Let's be honest - diarrhoea is a pretty good way to lose weight and insomnia helps you get a lot done in the day if you accept that you are awake so you might as well get up.  It's even fun getting cranky with the kids at school (who are aware of what's going on).
But my latest little visitor really sucks - I've lost a huge chunk of my sense of taste.  Can't put my finger on exactly what but I think it's the salty bit that's gone away.  I just had a cheese and pickle butty made from extortionately expensive vintage cheddar and imported mustard pickle at $6 a jar. Followed by non-cheap fresh strawberries and an organic orange.  Tasted like cheese whizz followed by soft cucumber.
My ever-loving and long suffering Susan has offered to make it up to me (not that it's her fault) by taking me out to dinner at the Cinnamon Kitchen.  How can a guy refuse?
Incidentally, if I didn't mention it earlier, if you're looking for something to buy me for my birthday, you could get a lifetime supply of O'Doulls beer for $0.

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