Good Lord. I Really Am This Boring.

I got home late last night after a work meeting. Ernie and I sat around talked and eventually I realized it was 8:00 and I should think about dinner. I was too tired to do much of anything so went dead simple with sauteed salmon with a bit of lemon juice and a salad with a basic vinaigrette. It tasted wonderful and then an hour and a half after we eventually ate Ernie went happily to bed and I entered the danger zone and got so sick with stomach issues that I felt like I'd been beat up with a baseball bat. I fear I may have lost a few organs in the resulting melee. This morning I felt like I could barely move and my stomach is still furious with me. I tried to figure out what I could have eaten to do this to me. I have no freaking idea. And yesterday I got back the results of my hydrogen breath test....all normal. I knew I shouldn't pin my hopes on that explaining things but of course I did. I meet with a PA at the gastro...oops, Digestive Health Center, next week. We shall see. I'm not feeling particularly hopeful.

The low fodmap diet has helped. When I think back to April and how horrible I felt I know I am better. It just hasn't solved everything. And I still miss garlic! I still find it confusing too. I have the little Monash app, which seems to be the gold standard, but I still have to look a lot of things up and it's a bit overwhelming at times. Not the hugest problem in the world of course, but mildly frustrating.

In other news I am still afraid to go out into my yard. I must get my zinnias planted. Good lord but I'm boring.