I love bacon.
I mean... I looooooove bacon.
I cannot have it very often, and it is not exactly a 'healthy' food, but once in a few months or so, I indulge and have some bacon.
I am still being very careful with my food options, but the package of bacon was about to expire, so rather than waste perfectly good, delicious, precious, bacon gold, Ryan decided to make some - and I decided to have a piece.
I won't know until about 30 minutes after I eat a slice how much it will hurt, but I can do a little to prepare.
For the love of bacon, I made sure to add a touch of Lax-A-Day to my water bottle. That way, if the pain is extreme, it will hopefully be short-lived.
Eating this bacon will not make my disease worse, but it will be painful. Super painful. But sometimes you just have to grin and bear some pain for that little bit of heaven on a plate.
Crossing my fingers for mild pain or short-lived pain (or NO pain if I happen to get really lucky).
(I would also risk this pain for things like French Macarons, maybe even a caramel apple, but not much else).
And if I complain to any of my friends tonight - remind me that I completely brought this episode on myself... because sometimes the joys and indulgences in life are worth a little pain.