There was a blue moon out last night as I sat in the washroom after yet another really nice meal I would have liked to actually just absorbed into my body like any regular person, but instead I was sick for hours. I wish it were once in a blue moon that I got sick like that after eating, but it's not, it's been five years since I could eat anything. Now every time I think about food it becomes a process, and going out for dinner is just rather restful but frustrating as I look over a menu deciding either what will do the least amount of damage, what will digest, what has no oils, grease, or fat or at least the smallest amounts, or if I can eat at all. To make a list of things I can't eat would take forever so I won't bore you with that. Basically, I can only eat veggies if they're steamed but not carrots, and fruit only if it's canned, grapes if skinned, mushy pasta or soup and very small amounts of meat depending on my stomach pains that day. Well mainly only chicken n some beef digests, so pork, bacon sausage, processed anything is out. Which means drive thru's are out. Yet, thats only half the issue, the main thing is I hate food since I've been sick, it almost always hurts me.
My favourite foods have dwindled to almost nothing that I can eat. I used to LOVE LOVE LOVE coffee but now it does not love me back although the aroma draws me in the reminder that it's acid will cause me to lose everything that has stayed down draws me to opt for very weak tea, which usually ends up being either tinted water thats gross or too strong which also hurts. I used to love going for coffee, I had a favourite shop, that I would study and meet friends at, it even had a fire place and beautiful artwork. Now I rarely go out as the pain that follows from being lactose intolerant has become the pain that follows coffee, strong tea, london fogs, some smoothies, and all specialty drinks. Now thinking about it I'm even becoming sad. There's so much this illness has taken away, it seems to have sucked the enjoyment out of almost every area of life. So on to the few of my favourite things I can eat! Although it's a very short list consisting of hot coco, cookies, chocolate (thank you God :) ), ice cream (made from cream or yogurt only) Almost anything else will surely cause me to become part of an installation in a washroom near you.
Yet, I must say my love of the mini chips ahoy has grown fondly, for some gracious reason they are tasty little delicious treats that I can actually eat! (if you find them feel free to mail at any time)
Any who, as I was saying last night I was awful sick, from a dinner I thought would be okay. But Yesterday was no ordinary day not because I went in to see my doctor, but because once in a blue moon they find something that they can fix! Which was a bag full of rocks, or medically a gallbladder over flowing with stones. But surprise, surprise, like the anemia, neuropathic pain, and everything else they have no idea why I have gallstone's. Yet, it seems likely that its the cause of other various infections. So my doctor is sending me too the harry potter of gallbladder surgeons and yes those were his words lol, apparently the surgeon is the best in BC. Which is great and all yet just means it's going to take forever to get into see him, and after how sick I was last night I don't have time to waste. I mean the pain was so bad that I should've gone in to the ER on Sunday. But, here I wait patiently on countless specialists waiting lists as all my symptoms worsen, and between you and me, I'm not sure how much more pain I can handle. It seems our medical system is so backed up that even with a bag full of rocks, a migraine, neuropathic pain everywhere, hashimoto's, blue spider vains growing further down my leg and what ever else going on, I still don't make the urgent list. This doesn't upset me as much as it should, because I just feel really bad for those that do make the urgent list. How much worse off must they be, and how long did they have o wait as their illness got that much worse.
So I have a bag full of rocks close to popping, it could be worse right. Today I'm sore, tired, foggy, in a lot of pain but earlier mom took me for a nice tea and right now I have a nice porch sit out on, wrapped up in a blanket with my cat snuffolufagous, and a good counselling text book. The sun is shining, and it's all good. It's nice to see spring time full of life, birds chirping, flowers bursting with colours and a warm breeze. My only frustration is the stupid cow bird on the neighbours roof that won't stop Cawing. He does this every day and everyday I tell him nobody cares. But he's persistent I'll give him that :)
~ ElysiaB
P.S. I wonder who that guy is mowing my lawn is, I've never seen him before and the grass was just cut yesterday by a different guy I had also never seen before....I hope the landlords know.
My favourite foods have dwindled to almost nothing that I can eat. I used to LOVE LOVE LOVE coffee but now it does not love me back although the aroma draws me in the reminder that it's acid will cause me to lose everything that has stayed down draws me to opt for very weak tea, which usually ends up being either tinted water thats gross or too strong which also hurts. I used to love going for coffee, I had a favourite shop, that I would study and meet friends at, it even had a fire place and beautiful artwork. Now I rarely go out as the pain that follows from being lactose intolerant has become the pain that follows coffee, strong tea, london fogs, some smoothies, and all specialty drinks. Now thinking about it I'm even becoming sad. There's so much this illness has taken away, it seems to have sucked the enjoyment out of almost every area of life. So on to the few of my favourite things I can eat! Although it's a very short list consisting of hot coco, cookies, chocolate (thank you God :) ), ice cream (made from cream or yogurt only) Almost anything else will surely cause me to become part of an installation in a washroom near you.
Yet, I must say my love of the mini chips ahoy has grown fondly, for some gracious reason they are tasty little delicious treats that I can actually eat! (if you find them feel free to mail at any time)
Any who, as I was saying last night I was awful sick, from a dinner I thought would be okay. But Yesterday was no ordinary day not because I went in to see my doctor, but because once in a blue moon they find something that they can fix! Which was a bag full of rocks, or medically a gallbladder over flowing with stones. But surprise, surprise, like the anemia, neuropathic pain, and everything else they have no idea why I have gallstone's. Yet, it seems likely that its the cause of other various infections. So my doctor is sending me too the harry potter of gallbladder surgeons and yes those were his words lol, apparently the surgeon is the best in BC. Which is great and all yet just means it's going to take forever to get into see him, and after how sick I was last night I don't have time to waste. I mean the pain was so bad that I should've gone in to the ER on Sunday. But, here I wait patiently on countless specialists waiting lists as all my symptoms worsen, and between you and me, I'm not sure how much more pain I can handle. It seems our medical system is so backed up that even with a bag full of rocks, a migraine, neuropathic pain everywhere, hashimoto's, blue spider vains growing further down my leg and what ever else going on, I still don't make the urgent list. This doesn't upset me as much as it should, because I just feel really bad for those that do make the urgent list. How much worse off must they be, and how long did they have o wait as their illness got that much worse.
So I have a bag full of rocks close to popping, it could be worse right. Today I'm sore, tired, foggy, in a lot of pain but earlier mom took me for a nice tea and right now I have a nice porch sit out on, wrapped up in a blanket with my cat snuffolufagous, and a good counselling text book. The sun is shining, and it's all good. It's nice to see spring time full of life, birds chirping, flowers bursting with colours and a warm breeze. My only frustration is the stupid cow bird on the neighbours roof that won't stop Cawing. He does this every day and everyday I tell him nobody cares. But he's persistent I'll give him that :)
~ ElysiaB
P.S. I wonder who that guy is mowing my lawn is, I've never seen him before and the grass was just cut yesterday by a different guy I had also never seen before....I hope the landlords know.
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