Look – lifes not fair and I’m the first to realise that in the greater scheme of things I’m greatly blessed. If you doubt that you would be horribly wrong and easily convinced via a quick trip to a cancer ward or a hospice where you will meet some genuinely heroic folks.
So in general my life is bloody fantastic! But every now and then we all get a bit of a slap in the gob and seethe away a bit and think – this totally SUCKS! Its just venting and natural, no biggie and being a generally cheerful sort I know I’ll build a bridge and get over it. Eventually (well OK by later on tonight)
BUT!
Right now I’m a bit miffed at life. Sort of, ‘OK you bastard, you’ve had your fun now enough all ready!’
Most of you know I’m a type 1 diabetic – I look after myself pretty well and its not too bad really as I tend to being a bit on the anally retentive side. What some of you know is I lost most of a testicle to cancer a while back which was fine – got it earlier than early, 100% removed no chance of coming back, great recovery until a secondary infection in the wound put me into an ambulance and made me a very sick unit….
Still – not to worry eh! I’m OK (ish) now… Do some research and discover a lot of links between red meat and excess dairy products and my cancer thing… sweet as, knock off the red meat – oh hell, ditch the bloody chicken too… Thus I was rather surprised to fall down in a large heap one day… Why? No one knew but I pestered the doctor and guess what low iron… Oh that’s cos you don’t eat red meat and you work too hard… Erm.. Vicki is a girlie and she eats what I eat and her iron levels are fine and after I finished my course of iron tablets I fell down again… You can imagine that for a motorcyclist – this is potentially rather hazardous! (no comment on this but suffice to say one incidence convinced me to give it up for a while)
OK – we move on and I inexplicably end up in an ambulance again…. I’m getting pretty used to it know so when I get home at 6am its an hours sleep and off to do a 10 hour shift ;-)
The Dr does not think this is amusing so we do more tests and I’m still marginal in iron despite sprinkling rusty nails on my weet bix so off to see the man who specialises in these things… He takes one look at me and my insurance and excuses himself to order a new BMW… Eventually we do some tests and he shoves a telescope down my gullet and up me poo hole and takes more samples than the lunar rover… (I think he just enjoys it really)
What do we have? Coeliac Disease… (Gluten intolerance)
Its another auto immune thing like type 1 diabetes and seems to be linked blah blah and apparently up to 30% of type 1 diabetics have both etc etc (given the literally 100’s of blood tests I’ve had and my history of irritable bowel etc you would of thought someone would have ticked that bloody box by now)
So – I can’t eat sweet or fatty things, I don’t eat red meat and now any thing with gluten (almost everything else) is forbidden… and yes – I’m feeling a tad put upon frankly!
So – do any of you have a good recipe for rocks and air – seems that’s about all there is left….
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