It’s such a scandal; the pancreas told the small intestine that the liver was mocking the small intestine.
“She said WHAT about me??”
“Well, I heard that she said you were all puffed up – that you’d never fit into a bikini.”
“Who EXACTLY did you hear that from? I want to know! They can say it to my face!”
“You have no face; you’re a duodenum.”
“That’s doo-ODD-in-um to you.”
“I thought it was DOO-oh-DEE-num.”
“Never mind. Who’d you hear it from?”
“Don’t say you heard it from me, but it was the kidneys.”
“Those snakes. I thought we were friends!”
“Calm down. Maybe I heard it wrong.”
“You don’t just say that about someone without checking. All puffed up. Come on – I’m not swollen. I can fit into my high school jeans. Do I look fat? I’m not swollen; I have large bones.”
“Again, you have no bones. You’re a… small intestine.”
“Well, you’re a gland.”
“There’s no need to get personal. Really.”
Inflammation is all the rage in health circles. Poor digestion. Joint pain. Obesity. Cancer. Autoimmune responses. Arthritis. It’s all attributable to inflammation.
As a bloggist (self-appointed grandeur), I am aware that I should go research the very latest news on inflammation. But Christ – then you’d have to read it. And bla, bla, bla, intestinal lining. My eyes are glazing over.
Instead, I offer the above dialog as my version of “inflammatory.” If you want to soothe your inflamed innards, provide those fussy organs with avocados. Salmon. Walnuts. Broccoli. Ginger. Apples. Remember: sugar – demon sugar – is a definite inflammatory. A real mixer. Internal battles are sure to break out where sugar has been, and sugar will sit in the corner and smile evilly at the chaos she has wrecked.
You can encourage the scandal of inflammation, or you can broker peace and enjoy a little balance and harmony. The food choices will make the difference.
This is one of the first things that shows up if you Google “angry intestines.” Damn, I love Google images.