Today, as ever, started with the death of a good intention. I meant to get home and start decluttering before writing, but in the end I went to sit in the back room of a shop and drink tea.
It was relaxing, but not productive.
I then went shopping, even though we are supposed to be doing it by internet. We have somehow run out of bread again so I thought I’d get some in and buy a few extra bits we could do with.
I’ve had a problem with my stomach recently, lasting two weeks. It wasn’t quite Irritable Bowel because I didn’t have my normal stomach cramps, and it doesn’t seem to be cancer as I checked my output and it all seemed normal. In fact, it was quite impressive (thanks to my high fibre diet). Julia has told me not everyone wants to know this, so I will leave it. there. I will, however, assure you that I checked seriously and was not just going through the motions.
Those of you from overseas, who are wondering about that slightly out of place last sentence may want to check this dictionary entry as I fear it is only a pun in English, and even then only for people with school boy humour (or me and Derrick, if you really want to narrow it down). Possibly Charlie and Tootlepedal, but they, having been teachers, are probably on a higher plane than that.
It seems not to be the methotrexate either, as, after the first few weeks this does not seem to cause any reaction at all.
I’m trying to cut out the cheese sandwiches at lunchtime, as cheese and milk sometimes trigger the IBS. There is a pan of carrot and parsnip soup on the hob at the moment because, although I am back to normal I need to lose weight and be kind to my stomach. I will have it with a ham sandwich. In my book, there is little I could do to improve on that. I’m going to follow up with some yoghurt which I also bought today – time to work on my digestion.
So far, so good, though this is borrowed time and we must soon go back to proper working hours. The days I work are now getting longer and Julia is back on public transport most days. I’m not happy about that, and she isn’t happy about the number of people not wearing masks, but there’s nothing you can do. You can’t challenge people because this is viewed as discrimination. You can’t ask for proof. You just have to sit there and out up with their germs.
It’s a shame that the non-mask-wearing idiots who pretend to be disabled can’t all be struck down by Covid. Instead, ironically, they will be the ones likely to survive and infect others.
Love the mask! Hope you can get on with the writing. Diet seems quite crucial with any inflammatory problems and hope you can steer clear of the covidiots. I was very worried for my daughter on high doses of methotrexate for her Psoriatic arthritis but lock down seemed easier than this madness and division now. Take care.
Thank you. Lockdown was a trifle confusing – they put me on methotrexate a week or two after it started and the specialist told me not to go into shops, while a month later a nurse practitioner told me I could go out as normal. I stayed indoors. Better safe than sorry.
So far it seems to be working _ I hope it’s working for your daughter. It’s also cleared up my psoriasis a treat. 🙂
Good, glad it has helped. Think shielding with methotrexate may have depended on the dose but definitely better safe. Keep well.
I found your pun particularly amusing as lavatorial humour is my speciality. I am sorry that you have been suffering from stomach problems recently. Recently, I had severe stomach and gut pains that lasted for six weeks, especially after eating fruit and vegetables. I had to go on an unhealthy diet to start to feel better and then felt completely better when I stopped being shielded and could get out of the house and away from my nearest and dearest! It is amazing what anxiety can do!
If you had asked me to write a list of people who might like lavatorial humour I must admit you would not have been on it.
People are a constant surprise. 🙂
I’m sorry to hear you have been suffering too. One of the things that helped me were jam sandwiches. Very nice to eat, but didn’t upset my stomach in any way. Unhealthy food is not necessarily bad for yuo at times like this.
Jam sandwiches! Such wonderful comfort food! 🙂
Yes, I hadn’t had one for years, then it was like a light bulb in my head. They did the trick.
Going through the motions is well within the range of things that I find potentially highly amusing. I have very low tastes in humour with the farting scene in Blazing saddles still counted among the funniest things that I have ever seen.
🙂 😉 😉 Good to know the inner child is still alive and well.
I have never left him.
Sometimes probiotics do help with IBS. There has also been research indicating that gut bacteria also communicate with the brain. Free will may be in question. 🙂
Isn’t the body an amazing, and surprising, thing?
Why oh why aren’t people wearing masks when they are out in public, especially when they are on a bus? Fools, and dangerous ones at that. As far as your intestinal problems go…I do have a question/suggestion: Could you have become lactose intolerant? In can happen at any time, especially as you age. It happened to Clif. One day he could eat yogurt and cheese, and then he couldn’t. Same with another friend. Anyway, just a suggestion. Try going without dairy for a while, and you will see if that is the problem.
The IBS has always responded to my intake of dairy, particularly cheese. I seem to have it under control again now after cutting down on cheese. I’m hoping this isn’t the start of lactose intolerance but will have to monitor it.
Strong possibility. Clif pretty much avoids all dairy, but when he does indulge, he takes a Lactaid, which helps.
Good luck! It has been no fun to cut out most dairy products. Fortunately, there are some good nut and oat milks. Cheese? Not so much.
I’m hoping that minor adjustments may do the trick. Fingers crossed…
Lots of irony around…
Certainly is. Went shopping today and everyone had masks and kept their distance, which was a first.
People are wearing masks, but New Yorkers are tailgating each other….or people have no idea what 6 feet means…
Yes, I’ve noticed the flexible nature of 6 feet over recent months.
There’s a joke in there somewhere….
I know, but if it’s the one I’m thinking of it isn’t suitable for mixed company. 🙂