hopefully i’ll be spelling better today: i’m less drugged.
so it seems the way to treat pancreatitus is to starve the mutha. if the pancreas can sit dormant and watch michigan trounce northwestern (which is what my pancreas is doing right now), it can heal. that means NO foods, and NO liquids, including water; which is why a hospital stay is necessary, for the IV to keep me hydrated.
so I ate very little tuesday and wednesday, ’cause I was feeling flu-y. and now i’ve been on a complete fast for two days. oh, and they tell me that when I do get out of here (which I still have no idea about – haven’t seen the doc yet today), I have to eat really small portions, in order to prevent angering my pancreas.
see? now the whole thing becomes clear. when I did that exercise on my sabbatical earlier this year where I sat at tried ti “listen to my body” for an hour, and all my rude body said to me over and over again was, “you are so f-ing fat,” well… I guess my body decided to do something about it! i’m thinking of giving my body a “time-out” to let it know who’s in charge. but i’m not sure I want to face who’s really in charge!