So I had another diverticulitis attack, timed perfectly to start with the holiday weekend. I wasn’t as sick as I’ve been, but enough to keep from sleeping more than a few hours at a time. (So much for no sugar — most of the things I can eat during an attack are really bad.)
I thought I’d beaten this thing, but apparently not. Probably related to my intense job stress and money worries (pay is generous but not timely) and just from sitting in a chair 12 hours a day.
Still, not all bad. After three days of all liquids, it was simply wonderful to have scrambled eggs today!
