I’m going to take a twist here, and post something a little more personal than usual.
For years now, I’ve dealt with horrible stomach pains. They get worse, then they get better, then they disappear. But then they come back. I’ve been to numerous doctors and undergone pertty much every single test known to man. I’ve got a lab slip sitting on my coffee table. Monday, I get to take another test for H. Pylori. I was diagnosed with IBS two years ago, which more or less means they don’t know what is wrong with me. IBS effects thousands of people every year, and there’s plenty of books and medicines out there.
I’ve been on most of the pills. Now I’m on Bentyl, which I only take when the pain is too much. It comes mostly in the mornings. I’ve altered my diet. Mostly cutting out beer, anything carbonated and red meat. I cheat. I’ll slip a beer in sometimes. Maybe a burger.
Stress makes it worse. So, the move here, the new job and assorted other problems have made it flare up again. Generally it’s just discomfort, but it makes me go home after dinner when I’m supposed to go out. Call my friends and cancel. Whine to The Boy.
Two months ago, I got a new doctor. She’s helpful. But now she’s become evil.
All right, I’m exaggerating. She’s done some more blood tests and put me on an elimination diet. This diet is prohibitive of fun. It’s like being a vegan. I’m not good at it. No butter, no red meat, no caffeine, no gluten, no alcohol, no soy, no eggs. I’ll be on this diet for a month.
I’m trying to find peace within this diet. It’s time for exploration of brussels sprouts and gluten-free baking. So for the next few weeks, I’ll be writing about this. My stomach, my food. Finding peace.
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