I’m living off whatever I can manage to eat that does not cause pain. The problem is I can see no rhyme or reason in the things I can eat.
Salmon, even diluted in soup was agony. Worse, it started about 5 minutes after eating, so I’d already eaten most of the helping.
Muesli and porrage are OK, as is scrambled egg. Potatoes are not, not even mashed.
White chocolate coated almonds are fine, broccolli wasn’t, neither is bread, bacon or sausage.
So I’m reduced to a weird diet of small meals at odd times, with lots of veggy type stuff. This has another regretable side-effect on my digestion, visits to the smallest room end up reminding me of MacBeth, Act 5, scene 5 – “Like a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.”
Still at least my weight is still 90 Kg.
And tomorrow that phone call may come. I pray it does.