Why Does Food Hate Me?

Here's the thing. Sometimes I feel good. Like really good. Like yesterday, for example. I was tired (always tired), but my stomach felt great -- like there was nary a problem at all. So I did eat a little more than usual. What does that mean? A bagel from Whole Foods with goat butter. Rice with salmon. And then I went nuts: some grapes and a Honeycrisp apple (which I couldn't resist)!

Well, tummy didn't like that. I was okay until about 3 am when I just starting puking. Yeah, a brand new symptom boys and girls. Puking, and then, of course, the stomach spasms. This morning I was so weak (and still am) that I couldn't even bring my daughter to school -- had to commander my lovely neighbor and thank goodness he could help. I hate when she sees me so sick and helpless. It's really messed up the dynamic between us and it is probably the worst thing about this whole ordeal. The best thing? I've lost a good 20 lbs. But with the spasms I'm still feeling, I only have one wish -- and that's to get better.

So far today, I've taken Immodium several times, Levsin and an anti-nausea pill. None have helped. I have yet another intestinal xray on Thursday, complete with another barium (scarium!) drink. But for now, it's just trying to get the spasms to stop and get through the day.