Running with camels

Seven weeks post-op, and I am *almost* normal!  Well, normal as defined by me, at least.  As defined by my doctor, though…not so much. Since I was having nonstop anxiety and despair about the lurking organism H Pylori turning my stomach into a witch’s acidic brew (not a scientific description), I decided to become a camel for awhile.  If I take my proton-pump inhibitor, I don’t have pain.  So why worry about taking a double dose of toxic medicines to kill the organism?  Can’t we just coexist peacefully? Unfortunately, my doctor doesn’t share my opinion.  Something about nutrition, absorbing enough … Continue reading Running with camels