But I wonder. Maybe they're just saying that. Maybe you can live off of vitamins alone. Maybe the need to eat actual food is simply a fictionalization brought on by lobbyists just like corn subsidies and the rest of our corrupt food system in the US.
See, I have recently given up food. So you can probably understand why I'm hopeful that perhaps boatloads of vitamins will be enough to keep me kicking.
First it was dairy, and then soy. My determination to exclusively breastfeed wasn't about to be squashed by a little reflux and the delicate, immature digestive systems of my little loves. After months of cheating and sneaking teensy bits of dairy here and there, I finally kicked the habit and stocked the house with sheep's milk cheese, coconut milk ice cream, Earth Balance butter substitute, and goat's milk.
Problem solved.
I sat back and started counting the days until the babies' digestive systems would allow for the delicious reintroduction of things like MOZZARELLA (sigh) and BEN AND JERRY'S (sniff).
And then something happened.
I share a lot with you, Internet. I've shared stirrup stories and incidents of accidentally urinating on myself. I've shared postpartum depression and infertility. And all that sharing has been nice. But I have standards. There is a line. I actually didn't know if I had one, one of those line thingies. But I do. And I've stumbled upon it. Suffice to say, I am not going to share details. But something happened. It happened once, then twice, and then a third time. Three days in a row.
And I was concerned. Alarmed, even.
It involved blood and what I could only suspect might be my intestines. Ahem. The line.
I called the doctor. Made an appointment. She and I had a nice long chat.
The good news? Now I can breastfeed until the babies are eleven (I won't) because who cares if their still young digestive systems are finicky about what I put into my mouth?
Because apparently, my own digestive system has developed some raging, bloody (The line. The LINE...dammit!) finicky-ness of its own.
Did my doctor suggest a colonoscopy? Oh yes she did. And to avoid having a camera poking all about the business of my bum, I've decided to take option B and first try cutting out gluten and kissing dairy goodbye for...forever?
If things improve? Apparently I have colitis.
If things don't? Hello, bum-cam. And in the back of my mind, I am trying to quell the raging fear that I have cancer in my butt.
Until then, I am living on a totally delicious diet of, um, vitamins.
And can I just add that there are like, a lot of body parts? Pretty, glamorous things like arms and legs, and then neutral things like noses and toes. Yet with so many options, I, with my inability to respect the line, end up with issues in my effing ass.
That's right, Internet. It is all EFFED UP. My derriere. Butt. Bottom. Booty. Tush. Keister. Heinie. Rear. Caboose. Fanny. Rump. Badonkadonk.
Crap. (Get it? Get it?)
Screw the line.
3 comments:
I'm so sorry April, it seems like you just get hit with the worst of things. I am really curious why and how these things, gluten allergy..., take so long to manifest? I hope the dietary changes do the trick, let me know how things go.
BADONKADONK!!! LMAO! This post, (although serious) is probably the most entertaining just from that word alone. You know that as your dear friend my concerns are high and I will now be preparing meals based on vitamins alone. I will roast them, boil them, fry them, bake them, and whatever else I have to do to make sure we don't stop our wonderful dinner parties. Plus, I care about your butt....I injected it many times in preparation of your two beautiful babies and I think it is kinda cute :)
Did the doc also tell you colitis is STRESS related? Been there and survived it .. of course now my stress exhibits itself in other lovely ways: hives and sciatica most recently ...
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