Craving Pickled Ginger...

Completely insane. Totally random blog posting. I'm craving pickled ginger. I have been for a few days. NO, I'm NOT pregnant. No chance of that.. but I deeply disappointed that in this day and age of Goggle.. at the altar of which I have had moments of extreme worship... I am unable to find any reasonable or rational explanation or even information in hopes of understanding for this craving of mine. Possibly that my blood pressure is low-ish & I'm craving something salty and balancing to bring it up. That's about it. The rest of the things that ginger is known for "curing" don't really apply. So I'm just going to ignore it and generally given in the craving.. seeing as when faced with a choice between chocolate and pickled ginger, I'm picking pickled ginger. Very odd. And rather unlike me considering how much I love chocolate. So, in interests of cravings and general insanity, I'm rolling with it. But, any insight is most certainly appreciated. However, I also went & got sushi 2x last week, just to get ginger. Possibly also because of the very tasty yams & avocado, but mostly for the pickled ginger. It is totally & completely nuts?! If a sushi place was open, I'd be there right now. I actually succumbed in a rather huge way to this craving and went and bought a rather large container of just pickled ginger yesterday.. or was it the day before. I was deeply concerned to find out it contains Aspartame. Icky. Damn. But you know, I didn't really care, as all I wanted to do was eat it by the handfuls.. I actually managed to eat most of it in one day.. 340 grams to be exact... And now.. I'm craving more. Sadly it is ~4am and the Safeway closed at midnight. I have no ginger. But I'm watching The English Patient in hopes of being distracted, and some of my favorite quotes are from this movie.. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Almásy: This... this, the hollow at the base of a woman's throat, does it have an official name? Madox: Good God, man, pull yourself together. And even better.. the answer... Madox: Just in case you're interested, it’s called the suprasternal notch. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I'm trying to decide if I'm totally insane, or just pretty much as crazy as everybody else in my own unique way. Dammit when does the store open.. more pickled ginger needed here. Stat.