Respect, is it just a Word…

Now why would that word have any value to anyone???

Not only did my parents let me know they respected me, but even the uncles told me… and even now, those words leave a sour taste in my mouth…

So why the write???

As my body detox’s, the brain is so clear, I forgot what it was like not to be in a constant fog and that fog walked with me off and on over 67 years of life…

Yesterday, I thought, I ate the wrong things and they would cause the opposite problem and by the time supper rolled around, I knew, by the time I went to bed, bed and I wouldn’t be friendly and we weren’t…

I am still making trips and have been since 10:30 last night and that makes right at 12 hours since I ate a nice slice of cheddar and a apple and crackers… and by the time supper, I was already feeling the issues building, so I add to it with our dinner…

I am trying to make this make sense… I only had about 2 hours sleep…

I know the doctor, the neuro psychologist got it wrong about my photographic memory ability… It isn’t high functioning like it was when I was a kid before the first bleed on the brain at 14… But it still works and Homer has watched me for 32 years go back in my past and remember, in detail… Now I do that daily…

So, this is all about diet, after Freda beat me because of the TV interview…

That specific beating was so important for me to remember, because that is when all my digestion issues started and I live with them to this day…

Now doctor’s decided several decades ago I had gerd and IBS-c and adhesions…

Nothing else, just those items… Not one doctor ever checked the pancreas… NOT ONE!!!!

Yesterday I caused a pancreas flare… After that apple and cheddar cheese slice and crackers, I got in the recliner, because we had got up early to take the truck in and I was tired…

Within a hour of eating that above, I was having severe back pain, right in the center and it had bypassed the front… The pancreas didn’t like the cheese and my small intestine, was letting me know, you aren’t going to like that evening…

After about a hour of that pain, laying on a heating pad… I thought of supper and decided, not doing sausage gravy, because, milk… The fat content in it was bad, like the cheddar… So I fry the sausage, no oil, make up rice, add onion, fry a couple eggs and mix it all up and soy sauce and you got a simple stir fry…

Yea, I really am not getting this all correct, because then I read the onions do this or that and the sausage does this and the english muffin did that and I am about to scream and the chest tightens as I am trying eat and gerd kicks in…

Only problem, the pancreas was already pissed about the fat in the cheese…

Eureka!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It’s not the sugar… It’s the fat!!!! and that is why my tryglicirides climb, because my pancreas is enzyme deficient, due to blunt force trauma at the age of 5 and if you don’t know about how your pancreas can be injured that young, read about it… It isn’t hard to hurt a 5 year old…

Yesterday’s diet did the opposite of what the doctors told me for decades should happen…

No constipation, like it should have, in fact in Arkansas the VA had me change my diet because of that issue, they got it wrong… again… That’s the diet we been using since 2004… or at least until I went to the ER recently…

So, I guess the best excuse for this dumb write…

What I thought was right is actually wrong and the health care professionals caused it and the VA, was the catalyst…

Tomorrow, requesting the test for the enzyme and the cystic fibrosis issue… 2 tests, that will rule out the pancreas and the sinus…

Ironically, I have every symptom of pancreatitis except jaundice… that’s the only thing that never happened, is it because I was always outdoors??? I don’t know, but if all the other symptoms have never left me… WELL!!!!

The only big difference in all this, the exhaustion part of it…

I only had a couple hours sleep, yet I feel wide awake and alert, like in the old days in the military, just before it all went to shit…

It will be a long day and today, no cheese and I told Homer, no more for me, unless it is low fat… My body can’t handle fat and it really does make so much sense why I reacted the way I did all my life and why I couldn’t stand my mother’s cooking… They are all obese…

Have a wonderful day, I have to pick up the truck today and be broke again for a while… So tired of living payday to payday… but all of us are… Thank you for reading… and as soon as I get answers about the pancreas in the next few days, I’ll get back to writing the story…

I remember… and boy howdy am I ever….