My favorite thing in the world, food, turned into my body's greatest enemy. I (and the morphine every hour) fought for my life and ended up winning. It started out just like any stomach flu might. That's what I thought I had. But after being up all night with a stabbing, cutting pain over my entire abdomen, I woke my husband up sobbing to take me to urgent care. And I'm not a wussy girl! I can tough most things out. But this…..nope.
I sat in that hospital for one week and watched enough of "Keeping up with the Kardashians" for a lifetime. Anyone seen the episode where they "adopt" a homeless guy and pay for him to get fake teeth? Maybe it was the morphine….maybe not…..but I laughed so hard, and it freaking hurt to laugh! When I was released from the hospital, my husband and friend Eric came and took me home. I'm pretty sure the nurse pushing me to the car in a wheelchair hit on me….really dude? I look like death and am leaving the hospital IN A WHEELCHAIR and your hitting on me???? At least I got to take my hospital socks home, those things are awesome!
I am just now (4 months later) able to eat most foods again, although many still hurt my stomach. I am still unable to eat tomatoes, dried fruit, caffeine, and anything remotely spicy. But that is improvement! I lived off of bananas, yogurt, avocados, & white rice for about a month. I never want to eat another banana. EVER!