Today I have a scheduled appointment with my gastroenterologist. To be precise, I’m slated to see his Physician’s Assistant. My previous meetings with both men have been aggravating.
Yes, I know I’m no spring chicken, but that doesn’t mean my concerns should be dismissed with the wave of a hand and a suggestion, literally given as the doctor was running out of the exam room so he could talk to a pharmaceutical rep, to maybe stay off of dairy. No follow up visit was scheduled. No suggestion as to what I should do if going dairy-free didn’t work.
So today I’m going to try again, because for two years now I’ve been 99.9% dairy free, and am still battling some of the same issues that first brought me to this doctor. I’d say 100%, but I know sometimes the barista accidentally uses cow’s milk in my chai lattes.
Yes, I should’ve made a follow up appointment on my own, but COVID came along and my stomach issues didn’t seem so urgent in the face of all that was going on in the world. So here I go. I’m armed with knowledge and dairy free.