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Medical Mystery: No More Southern Food? The Horror!

I have thought for years that I had stress-induced ulcers made worse by acid reflux. I’ve been taking prevacid every day for the past four or five years. I had a gall-bladder removal a couple of years ago, after which a lot of the symptoms I have got better but did not go away. Thus, the whole ulcer thing. But I never got properly tested.

After having some testing done this week it turns out that I don’t have any ulcers at all! I was shocked when the doctor told me this. In fact, I nearly fell off my chair. What does that mean? Where does the continual pain come from? Why on earth would I have all these stomach problems if I have no ulcers and actually, according to the doctor, have an extremely healthy stomach for a 34-year-old woman?

The testing continues. One possibility that I have in the back of my head is Celiac’s disease, which is basically an allergy to gluten. I’m having further tests done to see what the issue is and calling my doctor tomorrow to see if they can test me for this. Things started coming together after my best friend (owner of Little Mountain Bindery, check the blogroll), mentioned her aunt has it and has many of the same symptoms. Then I remembered — crap — I have a cousin who has it! Then I googled a list of symptoms.

I just never paid much attention to my cousin because, well, she’s a little wacky, god bless her. And being a doctor’s kid, I was trained to ignore what sounds like hypochondriac babbling. And she always kind of had that tendency. Of course, now I feel bad for ignoring my cousin. That list of symptoms is strangely accurate to my situation. And my genetics just make it more possible — it’s common in women of Nordic and Celtic descent. I’m Nordic on my mom’s side and Celtic on my dad’s.

Obviously, there’s no telling what it could be — but if it is Celiac’s, then I’m going to have to completely quit eating southern food (no fried chicken, no biscuits and gravy, no fried okra). The consequences of this are just about more than I care to think about at the moment. The lack of fried chicken and okra and 10,000 southern-food things in my life will be a serious issue for me. I’ll never again be able to eat my beloved shrimp etoufee at the Oyster Bar. Or, oh my the horror, any cobbler of any sort!

I love me some good southern food, by god. I’m going to try not to stress out about it until I know for sure. In the mean time, I’m going to just hope that modern medicine will figure out it’s not Celiac’s and I don’t have to consider giving up southern cooking!

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