Acid reflux is legit worse than having crabs, thrush, toothache and I'll go as far to say, aids.
So I've mentioned previously my newly contracted intolerance to 'gluten' – I hyphenate this as I'm still not 100% convinced at its legitimacy.
Anyway, I've been suffering on the regs now with all sorts of fuckin aches and pains. And guess what, it's not just fuckin gluten that's triggering it.
Oh ace. So what? I'm now intolerant to seemingly anything with any taste or flavour.
My long standing / suffering friend (holly) we'll call her that because that is her name. She asked me 'what happens if you can't ever eat again properly, will you keep losing weight until you…' she paused realising the only option was that I would disappear into thin air.
It raised a valid point. If this farce continues and my body won't allow me to eat anything bar lettuce and grilled chicken, will I continue to lose weight until I look like Mac of the 80s fame – Mac and Me?
Is this a potench sitch that I need to prepare for? Like, it's cool if so. I just need to prepare my mind and wardrobe to flex some Gollum chic init.
I guess that's one caveat of concern but back to the matter in hand.
ACID. Not the fun kind you buy from the Trippy Hippy when you're 17 and end up in hospital tripping your tits off thinking you've turned into a Percy Pig thanks to your baby pink pigtailed hair.
Acid reflux. Wah wah waaaaaaah.
I've spoken to my GP and dietician several times now and they've confirmed I was taken off lansoprazole far too soon. Post op from the Gastric Sleeve surgery they recommend you take this for a year following the operation.
Oh sweet Dr Fernandez. The fuckin Bain of my existence only prescribed me a second month of the mediation as 'that's all that I will require'
Thanks, dick head.
I wish I could grab her face with my bear hands and transmit the pain from my abdomen into her face for 10 whole second and then, only then will she give a shit about my medial complaints. SHE IS A BEAST.
Okay maybe not quite Harold Shipman but she's got that sordid edge of the misery in her locker man. Trust me.
Anyways. I won't complain too much. My recovery so far has been textbook man. My life is totally normal. I feel ace. I weigh less. Yes, okay so I can't eat without severe pain 8 out of 10 times but HEY. You can't have everything can you?
Also, today I'm wearing dungarees from ASOS.
NOT ASOS CURVE. Just standard ASOS. Why, because look.
Today's weigh in figure. Not bad going for someone who loves food more than life itself.
Mmmmmmm food. I miss you old friend.