As many of you know, I was diagnosed with Fructose Malabsorption at Mayo Clinic in Rochester Minnesota, in March of 2013. I had started getting really sick in December of 2012, after living 16 years without a diagnosis. By January 2013, I didn't want to eat anymore. After I started losing weight, my parents started making me drink Ensure, to get nutrients, and hopefully keep my weight steady. By February 2013, I was not able to attend a full day of school. Finally, Mayo Clinic decided they would take on my case and I was seen at the beginning of March 2013. After two days, I was diagnosed with Fructose Malabsorption. I was so excited (even though I didn't know what this diagnosis truly meant). I stayed at Mayo Clinic through the end of the week for a few more tests. By the end of the week, I was already feeling a little better.
On that Friday, I went in for an endoscopy of my esophagus and was put to sleep. When I woke up, all I wanted to do was eat at HuHot. (Keep in mind, I hadn't eaten an actual meal since January). I had been living on Ensure (which is filled with sugar) and had lost 20 pounds by the time I was seen at Mayo Clinic. The nurses were laughing and my parents agreed to bring me to HuHot since I was feeling up to it.
I was finally released from Mayo Clinic and my parents and I went straight to HuHot.
When I got there, I was so excited to finally eat a meal. I thought that looking at... maybe three websites... before leaving the hospital, would be plenty to give me the "knowledge I needed" so I wouldn't get sick. I went through the line at HuHot and started eating. After my first plate, I still felt great. I decided to go up and get another plate because I was so hungry and hadn't eaten an actual meal in months. I sat back down at the table and ate my entire second plate. By this time, I was so excited that I "finally knew what I could and couldn't eat" that I decided that I might as well have a third plate. Again, I sat down at the table and completely finished my third plate. By the end of three plates, I was so full. My parents and I got back in the car and started on our four hour car ride home.
About an hour into the ride, I started feeling really sick again. Can any of you guess why?
It turns out that my anesthesia had not completely worn off, and even though I felt fine at HuHot, I really wasn't. The next three hours were not very fun, especially since I had to ride in the car, but a few months later, when I had to have a follow up endoscopy done, I made sure NOT to go out to eat for a few hours after my procedure.
In conclusion, if you are being put under for a procedure, do NOT go out to eat right after the hospital releases you. (: