H Pie Lori

My doctor and I are best friends. I would call him by his first name, but I don't think we're ready for that kind of best friends. I visit him once, maybe even twice a week if I can schedule it. I'm a busy girl working every day, what can you do? It's not a really good friendship, to be honest, all we do is talk about my problems. It is my hope that will cease shortly as we have finally figured out what is wrong with me.
For the past (forever) I have have an assortment of stomach problems. I'd share more but I don't know if we're friends enough for me to kiss and tell. Just know that food and my life just doesn't work out.
Turns out that aside from being lactose intolerant, I have been carrying and catering to a bacteria called H. Pylori.
It's a long road to recovery, that's for certain. Not only do I need to remove the bacteria from my body, I need to heal. I need to figure out what it is like to actually eat and process food. With that, I gotta bring up my body fat. Not something every girl says, right? Apparently I'm beneath the healthy fat percentage for women my age.
Get me fat and happy.