So TMI time. Firstly, some of you might be wondering why I’m going to be so candid. I’ve been complaining for a long while now about feeling terrible and how upset I was that a healthy diet didn’t mean good health, not to mention I’ve gotten messages and emails from a number of people concerned about how little I eat during my WIAWs. Well, I finally went to a gastroenterologist few weeks ago and booked a colonoscopy for yesterday. Worlds of uncool, let me tell you. I am so relieved, however, that they did find something wrong. Is it crazy to get so excited about having something abnormal going on? Well, when you’re fed up with blaming yourself, yes!
Turns out I have elongated, redundant intestines: the most abnormal and extreme case my doctor has apparently ever seen in a patient my age. So what does that mean? It means my lifelong symptoms finally make sense. Constant bloating, indigestion, nausea, stabbing pain, etc – all intricately woven into my stupid excess intestines. It also means that my food doesn’t really digest by the time I’m hungry again, so I’m constantly full of food, which is why I get a swelled up stomach and all the rest (seriously, I could totally out-do some of your baby bumps on most days). I have to schedule a rather extensive biopsy so that he can get a large section examined at some point to see if I don’t have a nerve disease that also prevents normal function of the gut, but at this point I’m so psyched to get a step closer to closure! If they want to cut out half my intestines, by all means.
Which explains my very pathetic offerings for today’s WIAW. I was on a two-day liquid diet to get ready for the procedure and I was immensely cranky and depressed that I couldn’t touch all the wonderful food in the house like the spinach and zucchini and what not, and had to live off of stupid jelly, tea and broth. Yuck! Needless to say I spent those two days fantasizing about what I was going to eat and what not when I got back home, but to my horror I hadn’t counted on my stomach shrinking so much that I was horribly ill and in pain before dinner because I’d eaten too much, with the end result that I pretty much consumed very little yesterday and today. Much sadness as I love food, truly!
Breakfast/13h00 (seriously): a banana and tea. I was so relieved to get liquids again and had to refuse a plate of ham and cheese with crackers and a yoghurt, and got chastised by the nurse for not letting anyone know sooner, but hello, I’m the patient – people can’t expect me to make demands beforehand; the situation must be brought up! Luckily we brought a banana with because I know better than to be unprepared as a vegan.Second breakfast/14h00: My usual smoothie bowl with 1/2 cup all bran. YUM! I didn’t finish it all at once though – that should’ve been a sign but nope, pigheadedness ruled the day. I was so happy to get my favourite meal of the day though, so worth it!
Snack/16h00: Cocoa + hot water, 1/2 a grapefruit and some roasted carrots Dinner/18h00: It was supposed to be a delicious stew I spent the entire afternoon making (this is about 1/2 cup) with 1/4 cup roasted sweet potatoes, but I managed about 4 ridiculously small bites before giving up. SADNESS! (the stew’s going to be in the ebook, yum yum!) Snack/20h00: (unpictured – we’re experiencing constant loadshedding this time of night so no electricity and I hate flash!) some jelly. As much as I hated it. I was mentally hungry, not physically, so this was the only thing I could think of as a compromise.
Snack/00h00: (personal stock photo – so lazy and precious little light) 2 TBSP protein powder and water – this was a bit much but I was fed up with mental hunger and it at least put me straight to bed. If I don’t snack a bit before snooze time I can’t sleep soundly IMO.So there you have it! Pretty meagre fare but I’m working on slowly building up my food scale again, but this newly discovered condition means that I will have to make some serious adjustments to how I eat. The doc hasn’t given recommendations yet because he wants to see what the biopsy and further tests reveal, but yay: diagnosis! It feels so great to know that my health choices haven’t been the thing holding back my energy and life, essentially, but that it has been something out of my control. Still, it’s the first path to healing and to baking my cake and eating it! 😀