Why, hello. It has been a while, hasn't it? You've probably forgotten about me and moved on to other, more exciting ways to waste time on the world wide web (Perhaps you've chosen to follow Conan on Twitter, or decided to rekindle your youth and have rediscovered the game "Jezzball"...I know I have). I've missed a few months, I realize. December, January, February, AND March... yikes. I won't try to catch up, but I will try to pick this blogging once a month thing up again.
I started feeling more and more (and more) sick and that is why I stopped blogging for a while, as I didn't have any motivation for much of anything, least of all trying to sit & be creative. Well, "feeling" sick implies that I was just, well, feeling sick. But no. I was ill. It's hard to explain - without being graphic, grossing you out and scaring you away - the extent of this experience.
You know when your entire digestive system is cleared out, over and over again, until it feels like the very essence of who you are has gone down the toilet? Like your spark for life has been blown out like the post-smelly-poo match? Like your spirits have been crushed by dump truck loads full of toilet paper? Like your enthusiasm and joy have been beat down with the very hammer that is repeatedly hitting the inside of your stomach?
... I have tried to come up with more fun metaphors and similes but I'm out. Like the nutrients in my food which were very prematurely eliminated before my body could make use of them.
Though I did end up with a crappy diagnosis, I have since been figuring out how to manage it and I am starting to finally feel like myself again. I am remembering with much fondness and nostalgia, but most importantly, by experience, what it is like to be healthy. And, perhaps, most wonderfully of all, I am rekindling the flame with my estranged love, food.
