not on good terms with my digestion
Jul. 26th, 2007 12:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
adrian_turtleI am really tired of my digestive system not working properly. I was horribly sick with what felt like food poisoning all last week (only food poisoning doesn't usually last that long). Not eating anything is not a sensible long-term solution. It did seem like a good idea for a few days when even a glass of cold water would set off fresh spasms.
I resent that so many comfort foods I remember from my childhood are now things I can't eat because they have dairy. I wouldn't have macaroni and cheese, or creamed spinach, or hot chocolate, when I was sick with a stomach virus (I don't think so, anyhow). But part of my memory of being sick as a little kid is my father making me tea and toast with pepperidge farm white bread, and cutting the toast with a cookie cutter. So of course I looked for that kind of bread when I went to the store, and it has milk in it. It probably always did, I just didn't care, before. At least saltines are safe.
After being sick for a week and a half, I finally reached a point where I felt ok eating bananas, or plain rice, or putting soymilk in mint tea. I even ate an egg, successfully! I was thinking in terms of food poisoning, so I boiled it for 25 minutes, and it had a kind of rubbery toughness to it. I don't know what it means anymore to make easily digestible food when I'm not well.
Then yesterday, I felt well enough to walk down to the farmers' market in the sunshine. I bought baby beets, and summer squash, and cucumbers, and a cookie. I ate the cookie and some of the squash, and it was a complete disaster. I'm right back to feeling as bad as I did 4 days ago.
I resent that so many comfort foods I remember from my childhood are now things I can't eat because they have dairy. I wouldn't have macaroni and cheese, or creamed spinach, or hot chocolate, when I was sick with a stomach virus (I don't think so, anyhow). But part of my memory of being sick as a little kid is my father making me tea and toast with pepperidge farm white bread, and cutting the toast with a cookie cutter. So of course I looked for that kind of bread when I went to the store, and it has milk in it. It probably always did, I just didn't care, before. At least saltines are safe.
After being sick for a week and a half, I finally reached a point where I felt ok eating bananas, or plain rice, or putting soymilk in mint tea. I even ate an egg, successfully! I was thinking in terms of food poisoning, so I boiled it for 25 minutes, and it had a kind of rubbery toughness to it. I don't know what it means anymore to make easily digestible food when I'm not well.
Then yesterday, I felt well enough to walk down to the farmers' market in the sunshine. I bought baby beets, and summer squash, and cucumbers, and a cookie. I ate the cookie and some of the squash, and it was a complete disaster. I'm right back to feeling as bad as I did 4 days ago.
