Having your gallbladder removed is the equivalent of menopause for your GI tract. Gastropause is what I call it.
You are forever changed. The change can be good, bad, or somewhere in between, but you are never the same.
Also, you constantly worry about what is going to come out of your ass next. Crass, but true.
That being said, things are trucking along over here. The bile dumping has stopped. I'm off the cholestyramine powder. I still don't seem to digest fat all that well, but salad has been better received (I think).
I can eat pretty much anything I want with impunity, but I also have an increased tendency to develop what I call 'reactive GERD,' meaning food directly triggers the GERD. I really shouldn't be eating anything at night or tomatoes or peppers or other foods that upset my system.
Life is hard without tomatoes and peppers.
It hurts with them.
I have a hard time deciding what consequence I want to deal with. Eat them or don't eat them, I can't seem to commit one way or the other.
Unless I have heartburn from eating tomatoes and peppers.
Then I am full of acid driven regrets.
"You should know better," I scold myself.
"Yes, I should," I agree, shamefaced.
And then I do it all over again. I say I won't eat them, but follow through is a bit weak.
There is no hope for me. I will forever burn with GERD.
Writing update: Sales are in the toilet. I'm frantically writing to get something published. Also, I'm pretty sure my readers will hate my next book. It's different in tone and subject matter, but maybe I can find new readers with it as it's still quite mainstream. I guess I'll find out if my marketing mojo can carry a book my readers are likely to feel very 'meh' about. (My husband LOVES this book by the way, but I don't have the heart to tell him that is probably a bad sign. He is nowhere near my reader demographic.)
I'm thankful my winter sales were so strong as they will carry me financially into September and cover all my genre flubs. Hopefully, I will have new books to publish by then, ones my readers will like. In the interim, I'm organizing some fun book promotions with other authors to try and bolster sales as much as I can.
The business thing is chugging along. No major news to report there.
I will be meeting a reader in real life for the first time. I'm alternating between looking forward to the meet and being utterly terrified.
Thanks to my book royalties, I am taking my hubby away to a beach resort for two nights. It's the most I've ever spent on a hotel in my life and I could not have done any of it without writing. I'm also taking the whole family (me, hubby, kiddo) to the beach for two weeks.
I hope they will remember those sun soaked days when I'm growling at them for talking to me when I'm in the middle of writing.
Also, I hope I'm never sick again because life right now is pretty awesome. I will cry so hard if the asthma fucks up my adrenal glands again.
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