The short answer is: the hospital. For ten days.
Yeah, you wouldn’t think the insurance companies would allow that, but, there I was, waiting for my diagnosis so I could get home.
Turns out that I (Mrs. O here) have Crohn’s disease on top of ulcerative colitis, which means, for the short term, at least, a very restricted diet: no fresh fruits or vegetables (unless they’re cooked beyond recognition), no dairy, no whole grains, no caffeine, no alcohol.
So we’re eating protein and potatoes over here, in a fashion that does not lend itself to food blogging.
Once I start eating real food again, we’ll be back. In the meantime, though, I welcome any and all suggestions for eating with IBD!