Easter bread

The last five years we´ve been away over Easter and had mo chance to get Easter bread, which I really love to eat.

This year we were at home but again no Easter bread.
I´m not sure what it is, but I really have trouble eating at all. We both just forgot about the bread.
My brother still has a very hard time and I´m the only one whom he talks to openly. I promised not to tell our mother, who is worrying a lot, too. She asked me only once and accepted my answer. But she, too, comes to me with her troubles and I have the feeling this is why I have trouble eating.
I´ll make an appointment with the doctor.

It´s my age, I guess ;-)
When I was younger and I could not eat, for example 'cause they were so slow at the restaurant or I was stuck in traffic, it was no problem, I could compensate.
These days my hands start shaking, and badly! In Havanna I nearly passed out and that was very scary. I don´t want that to happen again.
People were looking at me as if I was stupid or having an attack. When Ingo shouted that I only need to eat people started producing chocolate from their bags. I couldn´t unpack it myself and needed help even with that, it was awful.
I now have glucose with me, since I don´t like chocolate much. On Thursday I ran out of it, went to the shop nearby and asked for it.
The cashier-girl showed me to it and whilst I got the money, she opened the glucose-piece up for me. She said, the same thing just happened last evening to her, too.
A common problem?
Whilst the others have yummy Currywurst right now I try to eat my stupid bread. It´s not loss of appetite I´ve got, I really feel sick just looking at it or smelling it.
When I´m with Ingo, I do better.

Ack. As his grandmother always says, getting old isn´t fun. And it starts already!