I’m doing much better!
Since I left the hospital my abdominal pain is almost completely gone. I’m able to digest foods I haven’t been able to stomach in a decade. Salads are a regular part of my diet. The doors to the wild, great beyond have opened to me!
Mostly though I’m sticking to my 3-meal-a-day plan from a delivery service so I can keep my newfound freedom in check and lose some of my migraine pain medication weight. These are all low-carb, non-dairy (that’s vegan cheese you’re seeing), and proportioned within a daily calorie limit. I’ve lost five pounds since my highest weight.
But you know who wasn’t having a good week with their stomach?
My poor little burrito bear was on a puke-a-thon all week. We racked up an $800 vet bill trying to figure out why it happened and how to treat it. In the end, much like his mother, the cause remains a mystery. His symptoms are also starting to improve though. Is there anything quite as pathetic as a lethargic, hungry poodle? So sad.
To further emphasize mercury in retrograde, the bottom panel of the front of my car fell out because I accidentally drove over a parking spot bumper. See husband trying to fix it with a shoelace and a paperclip (I am not joking) below:
When not ruining heavy machinery, I’ve been taking long walks in the park, finally getting my eyebrows waxed, and chasing after Happy with a roll of paper towels and broken dreams.
I’m thinking about doing a meet-up group for Dysautonomia/Gastroparesis patients locally—somewhere in Deerfield/Boca Raton/Delray. Any interest?
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