I went to my favourite local Japanese for lunch today. I was so hungry I ordered a large bowl of beef ramen and when it arrived I looked at it- the enochi mushrooms, the sizzling beef, the spinach, and the curly noodles under the film of fat over the broth… and sobbed into the bowl. I can’t chew, I can’t keep food down, I’m down to 42 kilos and I’m hungry all the time. I came to the counter to pay for my lunch and the waitress asked me “What was wrong with your meal?” “Nothing, it’s me.” “Are you okay?” “No.” [brief pause] “Well, umm… that’s 20 dollars. Thank you! Please come again!”