January 31 AP 31– I have a healthy son. I keep hearing about sick and injured children– premature births, Haitian burn victims and amputees, dwarfism and its risks, terminal illnesses… And when I look at my son I see a bouncy, fiery, rosy cheeked, perfectly developing little boy. I hope I never take for granted how blessed I am. So, that means that next time he throws an epic temper tantrum I will just walk away, take a deep breath, and thank God I have a son with a healthy set of lungs and strong muscles.
On a COMPLETELY different note:
People with Gastroparesis are supposed to avoid greasy and fattening foods and hard-to-digest vegetables.
I don’t know if I have a mild case or what (I assume I do), but greasy and fattening foods don’t really bother me save for perhaps heart burn or a bloated feeling. I usually just make sure I eat some bread, crackers, Tums or Pepcid, and I can manage about anything unhealthy. Raw fruit makes me feel pretty miserable but only if I eat it on an empty stomach… Then there is Coke-Cola, my favorite soft drink ever and the only soft drink worth ingesting. I can usually keep down about 7 or 8 sips before I have to stop because I feel like my stomach is filled with helium and might fly right out through my mouth and into the atmosphere. Matt made fun of me the other night for paying $5.00 for a soda at The Lennox and throwing it away almost completely full. But dude. It’s Coke. $5.00 for 7 or 8 sips is WORTH it. So, Coke is on the Limited list
But then there are certain foods on the Absolute No-No list. Those foods are as follows: raw carrots, raw broccoli, and raw celery. Go figure. I can eat pizza, hamburgers, cheesecake, and an entire chocolate Easter bunny, but God forbid I eat some broccoli. Cooked carrots, broccoli, and celery are A-OK- just boil all of the nutritional value out of them and I am good to go! But if I eat these raw vegetables I am down for the count and in terrible pain. I mean really. Terrible pain. ‘Oh, it’s probably just gas pains’, you might be thinking, but I assure you it’s not. This is intense; it is like gallons of acid declaring war on my entire digestive system from neck to pelvis- I feel on fire and simultaneously crampy. Terribly crampy. I pretty much cannot move for hours.
And then my stomach begins to yell at me. Loudly. I mean, he gets piiiiissed off. He’s all, "WOMAN! Why didn’t you just eat the cake you were craving?! Why did you try to be a good girl by stuffing your face with celery instead? What were you thinking?! I HATE celery! You’ll pay for this!" Hutch has witnessed me in the midst of a Gastroparesis attack and she has heard, from across the room, my stomach yelling at me. I’m pretty sure my stomach’s temper even intimidates Ben. The last time he threw a fit Ben said, "IS THAT YOUR STOMACH, OH MY GOSH!" and he ran away.
Well anyway, carrots are easy to avoid as I hate them, but there is something glorious about the crunchiness, rawness, greenness, freshness of broccoli and celery that I find hard to resist at times. Like tonight when I was craving something delicious and sugary and fattening and chocolaty and what did I decide to eat instead? Celery. Raw celery. I thought I’d be okay since I’ve been taking prescription stomach meds to treat nausea and indigestion, but no. I’m not okay at all. Ooooow.
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