Two years. Wow. I’ve been livin’ low-fodmap for over two years. I remember so vividly the day I came home from my second breath test that gave me the news. The first breath test, one month prior, had confirmed I had lactose intolerance. Yay, I thought, I had finally figured out what was wrong with me! Until I hadn’t. I barely felt any better going off lactose. Frustrated, I prepared for the next test. I arrived early in the morning to drink my full glass of thick fructosey liquid and let my stomach do the work, or in my case, not do the work. I came home that day in pain and ready to explode, a feeling I knew all too well, but this time I actually knew why. It was confirmed – I had fructose malabsorption – whatever that was!???
Aside from feeling sick, I was starved – literally. The day before the breath test you have to follow a restricted diet and then fast from dinner onwards. So the first thing on my mind after the test was food food food. I rummaged the fridge and pantry for anything to eat, checking my new info-sheet as I went along. It was all too confusing and overwhelming. I got so far as to boil an egg, but in a state of delirium ended up on the kitchen floor in tears convinced there was nothing I could eat.
Thankfully that was the worst of it, I assure you. One kitchen break-down, then I was flying.