It all started the summer before my 8th grade year started. I had recently been through tons of stress and a horrible 7th grade year. My body was changing and in a period of so many transitions. But I was still enjoying every food that came my way. Until one day I had a friend over and my mom ordered us pizza. I had been eating pizza my whole life so I ate and then we settled down to watch a movie we had rented. A little less then an hour later I knew something was wrong. I had never had so much pain, cramps, and stomach discomfort in my life. I had to secretly keep going to the bathroom (so my friend wouldn’t notice that there was a problem. Obviously 12 year old embarrassment!) I tried to calm myself, take some pepto, and just watch the movie. But I was in so much tummy turmoil I had to tell my mom and make up an excuse to get my friend to leave. Thankfully she did and was non the wiser. After she left I slept through the rest of the day and night. That was the day I realized my body hated me. We though I might have gotten heat exhaustion from being outside the whole morning in the sun, but after more days and weeks went by with similar episodes, we knew we had to act.
That summer I was down to eating Rice Chex, iceberg lettuce, and boiled white potato. I was starving, but my body couldn’t handle anything I would normally eat. We thought I might be lactose-intolerant so I went to see a pediatric gastro who signed me up for a lactose test. How fun that was to drink lactose laced lemon flavored grainy water for a few hours in the waiting room of the pediatric floor of the hospital. The initial reading of the test came back high, but then began to lower. So of course no thing was conclusive, but I cut our dairy anyway. However, that did nothing to calm my distressed digestive system.Read More