No matter how much research I do, my mother will always be smarter than me.
She will always be better at taking care of me when I'm sick than I am. H.B. is new at all this, but someday he will be better at it than I am, too. Mom is close enough to it to know the personal urgency, and far enough removed from it to consider what I have moved on from and forgotten is important.
The Short Term, for instance. I've been so enthused about finding new ways to make vegetables more benign that I've forgotten that if I'm still having pain, they're probably not a good idea at all, even cooked and pureed. In the long term, the SCD-esque diet will probably be quite helpful in maintaining whatever level of pain-free I can achieve with the Remicade. But I have not gotten there yet -- clearly. In the short term, I have to allow myself to eat grains and starches: although they're probably feeding whatever gut flora are overgrown and causing problems, they remain the only food stuff that (unless consumed in large quantities) goes down with little to no pain. At this point in time, the goal is to avoid pain. Balancing diet to maintain that state has to come later. Horse before the cart, etc.
I've always had trouble with fresh fruits and vegetables; whether it's Oral Allergy Syndrome or Crohn's, it's an inflammatory reaction, which, if it's happening in my mouth and esophagus is probably also happening in my intestine. Since I don't have a spy down there, and my doctors seem to think my scans are "clean", I can't know for sure, but I would postulate that since my left large intestine and mid-lower small bowel throw temper tantrums whenever meals reach them, there has to be either a bigger stricture problem than Dr. P and Dr. S could see, or an inflammatory reaction to the food itself. Deductive reasoning says one of these things must be occurring. Good thing I have an amazing doctor to help me figure out which so I can make it go away faster... oh, wait...
My mom and dad are also the only people other than myself who have been doing this as long as I have. Granted, they haven't lived with me for some time, but they remain my health care consultants and medical advocates in times of need (which lately is fairly often, especially if I'm in drug-delusion mode). They remember details from the Original flares from over a decade ago... I'll be damned if I can remember flares that accurately from when I was that young. Pain has a unique way of making my brain cease to function. I also have a sneaking suspicion that details stick in your mind better when you're trying to keep your child from suffering.
Veggies are too new yet -- even cooked -- to strain in my belly, it seems. Given the ridiculous flares of the past three days, it was too soon to kick out so many carbohydrates from my diet; I need them to cushion whatever else I'm putting in (which at the moment is some variation of Boost, applesauce and sushi -- yeah, small quantities of raw fish are also harmless, go figure). So, in my mother's honor, I'm admitting defeat and stepping back to the "no pain until this Remicade shit kicks in" diet.