She was very nice, did an exam, and checked on the raw spots. And she gave me the bad news gently... She confirms that she believes I was correctly diagnosed with the dairy allergy. Ironically, the more careful you are with a food allergy and the more faithful you are to your new diet, the worse a reaction can be when you do have one.
Without being too graphic, I'll share that part of the dairy reaction includes heartburn that could cripple a rhino and some swift, painful exits as everything in your digestive tract freaks out and attempts to abandon your body. It leaves you feeling a bit raw and burned. She gave me medicine to help that heal. She suggested I try a different probiotic blend. I found one that seems to have a miraculous result. (It pays to meet the employee who has a severe dairy allergy as well. Vegan power!)
I was still bummed. Well, despite the diagnosis in July, I'd been kind of hoping it was a misdiagnosis and maybe there was another, less permanent solution. But it seems these dairy issues are well known and I'm a model dairy-allergic patient.
I'm also mad because the tummy troubles of last week have yet again derailed my return to normal training. I'm starting to feel like I'll have a mountain to climb to get back where I was. I had worked my way to a 7:47 mile, and 150 mile bike weeks. I'm demoralized and gloomy, and I still haven't found a pool around here.
Here's hoping that the new probiotic continues to work its wonders. I'm hoping that this week, at last, I can have enough feeling-good time at once that I can work in some decent workouts. Plus, it's cold out and I miss my usual bike route in the hills. It's kind of flat round here in DC.
I think we have located a possible back route, though. Stay tuned for bike experiments as the temps climb back out of the 20s.