DaywalkingRedhead 😷 on Nostr: Yesterday, I was told that I’ll be on a liquid diet for the rest of my life. We all ...

Yesterday, I was told that I’ll be on a liquid diet for the rest of my life. We all have those moments, the last time we will ever experience a thing. But we rarely are aware of it, until after it happens.

Folk who get bitten by the Lone Star tick and become allergic to red meat don’t know that that last burger or steak they had was the last one they will ever have.

Folk who have a mild or asymptomatic case of COVID that turns into Long COVID don’t know that the last drink - that beer, that Moscow Mule, that Gin and Tonic - was the last alcoholic drink they’ll ever have.

My guts have been problematic for a few years now, and I’ve been through quite a few doctors in the past five years - several GPs, gastro NPs and MDs, rheumatologist NPs and MDs, as well as Pulmonology, Nephrology and cardiology.

I was finally referred to a gastro who specializes in scleroderma, and finally got to see him yesterday, after a solid two years of desperately searching for help.

I was hoping he would have suggestions for how I could tolerate solids again. Instead, yesterday, he complimented me repeatedly, told me how “great” I had done and am doing, how I am doing literally everything he would have told me to do.

So now I am coping with the reality that my last meal of solid food is months behind me.

I didn’t know, at the time, that that was the case. I don’t know if I’d have done things differently, had I known. Picked a different meal maybe. Or even remembered what I last ate.

But it’s made me contemplative. We don’t often know that we are doing a thing for the last time, until after it’s gone.

Sigh.