Food. Stomach. Pain. It's with me when I wake in the morning until nighttime. I miss having a life-- a real life that involves action, goals, dreams, and variety. If it weren't for feeding people, putting people down, and filling sippy cups I'd like to be on the couch all day.
"Eat this, don't eat this, take this daily, have another scan..." around and around and around I go...
Today: I took myself off dairy.
I'm finally taking this into my own hands since traditional medicine isn't cutting it. I'm so done with this seven year reoccurring sickness. I'm putting everything into a possible adult-onset food allergy.
Hello rice milk, goodbye innocent late-night glass of milk.
Think of me when you're dunkin'.