Just because I don’t feel awful doesn’t mean I can eat whatever I want. I need to remember this more often. It seems to make the “not awful” feeling disappear rather quickly. I have high hopes that I’ll soon learn this lesson. This time I didn’t overdo the fiber (THAT was Monday or Tuesday’s mistake…a VERY dumb mistake). Instead I opted for SEASONING! …Just yesterday my doctor informed me to keep going with the bland and low fiber diet. It was low fiber…just not very bland. It’s not the worst I’ve felt, but my tummy is feeling pretty uneasy. It knows it’s not happy, but it can’t decide how it plans to seek its revenge.
Being that I have such a dear relationship with both my pancreas and intestines, I think they need names. Or at least a sex, it’s kind of rude to keep referring to them as it or they. I think my intestines can be named Bert. My pancreas, Oskie. Both HEs.
At least Bert and Oskie can both agree they disliked my snack at Whole Foods this morning. We’ve already made some improvement toward friendship! (I celebrate when able)
Just a sidenote, that’s kind of gross, but I don’t really care: I’m becoming an expert at describing poop. I suspected it was going to happen when I was in the hospital at the beginning of August, now I am sure.