Unfortunate Lessons
I have learned a lot of things in the course of my current health woes. Today's lesson?
The less I eat, the better I feel.
Seriously. Today I've had a granola bar and some toast, and it's the first day in most of a month that I haven't been cripplingly nauseated.
I've been taking 800mg of ibuprofen 3-4 times a day for most of a year, and it has started to catch up with me. I've been having trouble eating for a while, and last week everything fell apart and I wound up spending most of an afternoon in the ER. Since then I've done my best to stay off the NSAIDs (falling back on either vicodin when I don't have to think or stay awake, or 'just tough it out' when I do), but I'm still dealing with the aftereffects.
My diet has narrowed down to toast, bananas, hot cereal, and chicken broth, with occasional forays into the brave new worlds of chicken fingers and peanut butter sandwiches. But completely aside from feeling lousy, I just don't have much of an appetite. Still, I know I should eat, so I push myself and I do. And then I feel sick.
And today? I just didn't worry about it. And, disturbingly, I feel fine. Or at least, better than I have in weeks.
This is weird. And disturbing. And doing really bad things to my body dysmorphia....
The less I eat, the better I feel.
Seriously. Today I've had a granola bar and some toast, and it's the first day in most of a month that I haven't been cripplingly nauseated.
I've been taking 800mg of ibuprofen 3-4 times a day for most of a year, and it has started to catch up with me. I've been having trouble eating for a while, and last week everything fell apart and I wound up spending most of an afternoon in the ER. Since then I've done my best to stay off the NSAIDs (falling back on either vicodin when I don't have to think or stay awake, or 'just tough it out' when I do), but I'm still dealing with the aftereffects.
My diet has narrowed down to toast, bananas, hot cereal, and chicken broth, with occasional forays into the brave new worlds of chicken fingers and peanut butter sandwiches. But completely aside from feeling lousy, I just don't have much of an appetite. Still, I know I should eat, so I push myself and I do. And then I feel sick.
And today? I just didn't worry about it. And, disturbingly, I feel fine. Or at least, better than I have in weeks.
This is weird. And disturbing. And doing really bad things to my body dysmorphia....