Last time I was at the grocery store, I bought a fresh pineapple, not because it's good for me but because I love the stuff. Yesterday, I decided it had reached the peak of succulent ripeness so I "butchered" it and put it in the fridge in a glass dish. It looked lovely sitting there all sunshine yellow and juicy chunks. This morning when I opened the fridge to get the half-n-half for my coffee, I swear I could hear that pineapple plaintively wailing "Eat Me". Being the good little Alice In Wonderland that I am, I got out the dish of pineapple and the plain yogurt. A generous layer of golden fruit on the bottom, topped with two big spoonfuls of yogurt and sprinkled with just a touch of cinnamon, I felt like I was in the tropics.
Fast forward a few hours. Lunchtime. I can't even remember what I ate but I noticed an ugly burning sensation on my tongue, where it meets the lower teeth. Hmmm, says LadyDoc, that's kind of strange. So I go into the bathroom and consult the mirror, mirror on the wall. Is that really what I think it is? I get a 4x4 gauze pad and swipe my tongue. Exactly what I thought it was, blood!!!
In my other life (I have many) I like to play medical detective so I'm puzzling it out. Isn't meat tenderizer made from something in pineapple? Yes, an enzyme called bromelain. What is your tongue. MEAT! Just to be sure, I called my renal care nurse because she knows everything. I told her what had happened and she said "Oh, girlfriend, diabetics are especially sensitive to bromelain and papain, you are in for a world of hurt." I had already figured that part out. She recommended rinsing with lukewarm water and Tylenol for pain. I mentioned I had some Gabapentin for nerve pain, she said it couldn't hurt, especially at night. In the meantime, no hot or spicy foods. So I think I'll have squash tonight.
And by the way, I have some pineapple looking for a nice home.