The year after I moved to the US I passed enough kidney stones to build a very tiny medieval castle. My uric acid levels were higher than the current national debt. The process was usually painful, but with plenty of fluid intake I could manage. One day, I was rushed to the hospital because the pain was beyond excruciating. I’ll skip the part about me screaming like a lunatic, and said that I was released the next day with a prescription to reduced kidney stones and some mild changes to my diets.
Things went well for years, then a four wheeler ran me over, and I had to be on my stomach for a long, long time. I don’t know if it was the lack of exercise, or the fact that I couldn’t make my own meals, or maybe my tiny medieval castle needed stones for a tiny tower, who knows? But for whatever reason the stones came back.
My hip surgeon put me on a strict
anti-Hispanic diet, which dictated no dried beans or peas, gravy, tomatoes, organs, sugary drinks, sardines, alcohol and a few other things. I wanted to punch the man (Yes, Dr. P, you were right; that was murder in my eyes!). I didn’t care about the alcohol because I didn’t drink, but I was devastated about my beans, sodas and my precious tomatoes.
The diet was less restrictive after I was back on my feet, but I still couldn’t eat certain things. Dr. P also gave me a series of teas (I love my Witch Surgeon, even if I wanted to punch him when he told me about my new inhumane diet. I also wanted to kick him, and I might have or have not cursed at him when he removed my stitches).
After my uric acid levels were stable for a few years, Dr. P said I could start eating some of the things I really loved—tomatoes—to see how my body reacted to it. My witchy body did just fine. I got to the point where I could eat a couple of servings of my favorite foods a year. Two years ago, Dr. P wanted to test my uric acid levels under stressful conditions—after fasting—and even then my results were those of a healthy person of my age.
Today was my last, after fasting, test (I hope). He ordered some alterations to my diet starting January 2nd: 5 days vegan, 5 days raw, 3 days juicing, 1 day water, and a day of starving to death! I always hate the last part.
I’ll get the results next week, but Dr. P already said that he is almost sure I’m “all good to go”. I’m hoping for a clean bill of health; on the tummy department at least. I have enough with my hip and shoulder issues. However, even if everything is great and my body is as sexy inside as it is on the outside*grin*, I’ll continue to avoid most of the foods that hurt my tummy. I am also thinking about going raw from breakfast to dinner. I might even fast once a month, but that is just to have a reason to be mean—this Witch gets cranky when she is hungry.
I’m smiling now. I’m getting ready to eat my first cooked meal in days: a cup of soup. Freaking delicious!