Well, I’ve been outta the hospital for a little while now, and I may actually be starting to feel… better. Not like, “good” better, but at least “survivable” better.
The trouble with pancreatitis is, the better you feel, the more… let’s say… ADVENTURESOME you feel you can be in your diet. THIS IS NOT TRUE. So for instance, you start feeling like, “Hey, maybe I could eat a little piece of turkey for Thanksgiving.” No, you can’t. The pain will come back like 10 bitches on a bitch boat and you will be SORRY. Them you think you can maybe eat a little tiny corner of plain cheese pizza because, after all, the toppings are what’s bad for you, right? WRONG. Cheese is a topping, dumbass.
So I’ve backed my diet back down to the Oliver Twist workhouse level — I may have oatmeal, instant mashed potatoes (not real ones with lumps, that’s too fine for me!), your broth-based soups like chicken with rice, chicken noodle, and vegetable medley, and SOME cream-based soups on a soup-to-soup basis. That plus cottage cheese and Greek yogurt pretty much encompasses my diet, except for bananas, which I consider a medicine, not an actual food.
Today I may try biscuits with plain country gravy. Big Times.