I've heard your body craves what nutrients it lacks. I became a believer when, after taking massive amounts of steroids with my last baby, my Hyperemesis gravidarum slowed to a trickle (no pun intended) and I suddenly needed grapefruit. Yeah, grapefruit. I couldn't walk into a store without being assaulted by smells that made me throw up so I kept sending my husband to buy grapefruit in bulk. It was the folate and vitamin B5. Needed it.
Last week I awoke to a searing pain at my hairline. The worst headache since my last migraine well over 25 years ago. I got up and grabbed two Tylenol and went back to bed. The next day it was present but bearable. Barely bearable but bearable.
By the end of the day, I was crossing over to wondering if it was the worst PMS of my life or if I'd feel better running into all those orange barrels on the freeway. I stopped at my favorite cupcake place thinking a craving for a cream cheese filling chocolate cupcake might hit me. It didn't. I stood there with a scrunched up face while contemplating how to shave off the top part of my head when my eyes alighted upon the missing nutrients. I'm certain it was heavenly intervention.
"32 oz. Diet Coke. No ice. Fill it to the top. Chocolate cupcake on the side." I was clearly having a difficult time providing complete sentences. I was in a bad way.
She handed me the drink. I popped in a straw. One slurp. Feeling less lightheaded. Open the door. Step out to the sidewalk. Another three slurps. Headache is abating. Open car door, buckle up, a big swig. I remember my name and how to get home. I turn off Garmin.
Two miles later, I pulled into my driveway. The Diet Coke was polished off nicely. I still had my cupcake and I thought I might just make it.
The body knows.