I got a few gastrointestinal sores, and they gave a very sharp and severe weight loss... Visits to the doctor and treatment are attached by default, the trick is that I can eat a very limited number of products. And it is not about the prohibitions of the doctor, although they are, but in the reactions of the body. In short, there was a great feast "all dance": he, this organism, agreed to take in the manna meal and not to be nomadic. I stand and boil. Mother stumbles into the kitchen and begins: - This is a morning meal with a bunch of calories! You will become fat. “Mom, I wasn’t fat when I was born, you have to remember! “No, you’ll be fat and you’ll eat cabbage in the morning! and Mom! By my unusual habits the structure of the skeleton can be studied! I have one diagnosis – dystrophy! (The mantra of the morning and the girtreast is repeated many times).
Do you know what is saddest? According to this dialogue and some other signs, the mother begins dementia.