He can't let up on Taka-Diastase, arguing on for his own sake. His irritation of this morning smolders on. Such venting of irritations, perhaps, is the real reason humans keep journals.
The other day, a certain so-and-so said that skipping breakfast improves digestion. I tried skipping for several days, but all it got me was a grumbling stomach. Another so-and-so advised against pickled vegetables. According to his theory, all digestive disorders stem from pickled vegetables. Remove the cause of the disorder, his reasoning went, and recovery is assured. For a week thereafter I refrained, but to no apparent avail. I've gone back to eating my pickles. Yet another so-and-so says it's all about abdominal massage, but not just any massage. It has to be the old-school Minegawa style. A couple of sessions will suffice to cure most any disorder. Yasui Sokken was a great fan of this massage technique. They say Sakamoto Ryōma numbers among the great men known to have received treatment, so I set off for Kaminegishi, without delay, to give it a try. As it turned out though, it's terribly harsh. They insist on massaging to the bone and inverting the entrails. I came home lethargic, my whole body like wadded cotton. I decided that once was enough. Mr. A swears off of solids. I tried living on milk for a day, but my gut sloshed, made sounds like it was flooded, and I couldn't sleep through the night. Mr. B counseled me to exercise my inner organs by breathing with my diaphragm. This, he explained, should restore the stomach to its natural function. I tried for a bit didn't take to it. It seemed to unsettle my gut. Then too, I would practice devoutly at times, only to forget soon after. If I forced myself to remember, my diaphragm ruled my mind. I couldn't read and I couldn't do my writing. Meitei, the aesthete, made sport of the situation. Unless I wanted to look like a man in labor, he quipped, I'd better stop. I have stopped of late. Mr. C suggested eating soba, so I went at it with both hot and cold soba. All this got me, however, was a case of the runs. I've tried every imaginable remedy, but my digestive woes continue unabated. Until those three cups of saké I tipped back with Kangetsu last night. From here on, it's several cups each evening.