Ugghhhh, you guys. My digestive track is WRECKED. Literally, everything from my lips to my butt is irritated in a magnificent way. I have mouth sores, my throat is raw, I have indigestion, I’m burp-city-limits, and I’m constipated.
I’m only saying so because I know you guys will put in some special prayers for my gut. Please and thanks.
I’ve cut out the coffee, been sipping on chamomile and honey, taking Tums and stool softener, adding flax to EVERYTHING, and popping some slippery elm capsules. Every day has gotten a little better, but still, guys. Wrecked.
I’m drinking smoothies (with copious amounts of flax oil), sucking on ice, and even eating ice cream (yes, even sugar at this point). Soft fruits are tolerable, too. And things like oatmeal and chia seed pudding. Thank God I’m not on Oxaliplatin, or I’d have cold sensitivity to boot…and cold things are getting me through right now (she says as she eats ice cream AND a popsicle).
Everything else hurts to chew, swallow, and digest.
I’m thinking that Lynn (she’s a bitch) messed up my digestive tract, and chemo on Monday decidedly ripped off whatever was left of my mucosal lining.
Funny thing, here. My energy is OK. WAAAAYYYY better than it was. But the whole digestive problem is, well, a problem.
I’ve been a patient patient, but I’m calling my doc on Monday. Because this girl likes (and needs) to eat.