“Shut up and eat your butter.”
That’s the little running joke among those of us confined for seventeen days in the clinical trial study I’m doing to pay off part of the outstanding balance on my RTW trip. What I thought would be a pretty easy study is actually a bit distressing.
They are force-feeding us insane amounts of food at each meal to go along with our 18 cups of water every day. One bun will come with 28.2 grams of butter, as if I actually want an inch-thick layer of fluffy fat to bite through before getting to the bun. And we have to sit there until every last crumb on the tray is gone. I feel like an anorexic in treatment looking down in disgust at all the food I have yet to eat after I’ve already had enough. Ugh!
In between all the meals, peeing in cups, blood draws, and dosing a couple potassium chloride pills, in an attempt to stay sane my fellow inmates and I get to hang out, watch movies, sleep, read, and play games. We just wish we could use our mini butter tubs from dinner as betting chips! :) Of course, we also sit around plotting the best way to banish the extra squishiness once we regain freedom.
For our troubles, we each get paid $4250, which works out to about $85 per meal. So I guess for $85 I can eat five pats of butter. I guess.
So next time you see me, if it looks like I have two tubs of butter attached to my bum, it’s because it’s true.
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Hilarious…you need to tell me how I can be a part of these studies…maybe not a study though where I have to eat that much butter. Your a trooper Lindsday.