For the last several years I’ve had the unfortunate experience of having mystery abdominal pain. Woman pain? No – all that stuff is gone. Not kidney stone pain. Not IBS stuff. What makes the most sense is pancreatitis.
What I know is that when I eat, I hurt. So for the next several days I’ve decided to eat nothing but baby food. So far it doesn’t seem to hurt me. So…let’s see how long I can last on baby food. Right now I’m craving Chinese food, Mexican food, and Noodles & Company. Things that aren’t healthy – but they sure do sound good.
This post surely wasn’t poetic or thoughtful – but more of a personal rant.
I want edible food. I want to figure out what’s wrong with me. I want doctors to listen to me. So far – I’m in so much pain I can barely function. I sit at work with a hard object ramming into my side. I can do housework for about 3 minutes before the pain is unbearable. I sweat from it. I’m nauseous from it. I’m tired of it.
Pain, pain, go away – don’t come again another day. Edible food I crave, but it won’t be today.
Last night I dreamed of chickens, there were chickens everywhere, they were standing on my stomach, they were nesting in my hair, they were pecking at my pillow, they were hopping on my head, they were ruffling up their feathers as they raced about my bed. They were on the chairs and tables, they were on the chandeliers, they were roosting in the corners, they were clucking in my ears, there were chickens, chickens, chickens for as far as I could see... when I woke today, I noticed there were eggs on top of me.