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your body is no longer your home

This is how I feel, like my body is no longer my home. It has been ransacked by intruders and a fire has been set to it. I don't feel safe in my own body anymore and even worse... I FEAR it. Every month, it is put through hellish torture and the aftermath is me trying to rebuild, my digestive system, my reproductive system, my general health and energy and my back.... Laying in bed for days puking does a number on an already injured spine. Finding time and the positivity I need to exercise and work, it's a struggle. If this is endo it also affects your immune system and food become enemies as well. So here I am, back to what I call Day 1 of  rebuilding. Cooking food I can eat, kicking out what I can't eat (sugar, wheat, gluten, dairy, red meat, anything processed, refined, etc) and trying to get some light exercise to get oxygen to my hurt back. I could complain but it's pointless, today I'm thankful I can drink water and eat a banana. Enjoy your health!

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  1. RenéOctober 18, 2013 at 6:22 AM

    I hope you find a solution to this nightmare. It's hard work but worth the sacrifice. Health is wealth.

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  2. fuzzbuzzOctober 18, 2013 at 6:24 AM

    I'm doing all I can possibly do, it's been years of researching possible diagnosis, treatments, trying this and trying that. Dealing with more doctors and er rooms than anyone should in a lifetime.

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