My sister skipped her ill-fitting bottoms borrowed from dad and asked for a pair of my leggings instead. I wore a short sleeved shirt (mistake #1) under a thin cardigan (mistake #2) and a puffy sleeveless vest that I accurately call "my bullshit puffer vest." I did wear a thick scarf, earmuffs, a hat and my fleece lined wool mittens. I thought I wouldn't need any of it. I was wrong.
Before heading to the lake we stopped at the bait and tackle store which happened to have dozens of taxidermied animals. Bears, ducks, little horned deer, even a polar bear.
In all this, and especially before this, during Thanksgiving I gave as little thought to my health as possible. I might talk about my health constantly here, but that's so I can live the rest of my life in relative peace.
My stomach has been a known offender since childhood, often dictating when and how much I ate. I've become masterly at adjusting my diet, mealtimes and the size of my meals to avoid its wrath. Until now the amount of food I can eat is too little to sustain my life.
The first doctor admitted I was too complicated for him, so now I have to find someone else. I have to find someone else. I haven't wanted EDS to take a vacation from my life this badly since I was pressed up against the deadline for my masters thesis.