Lucky Sam

Dairy is back in Sam’s life. He’s eating and drinking whatever he wants.  He’s ecstatic and 100% fine. No attention deficit. No wandering thoughts. Still connected. Still happy. Even with the reintroduction of fro yo, a glass of milk with dinner and cheese on his sandwich. His brain must be truly balanced – I am so happy that I cannot stop pinching myself. Ouch.

I tend to get ahead of myself. One date in college meant I should start sending out wedding invitations; One bad comment from a boss at work meant I was getting fired. You get the idea. So after Sam’s set back upon reintroduction of dairy I was convinced he would be dairy free for life. It was at the root of his issues and into old age he would grapple with the choice – dairy and lack of attention? Or no dairy and attentive? A hard decision for an white haired, wheel chair bound old man to make.

A little dramatic, I know.  And I’m thrilled to report that just like I shouldn’t have designed the wedding invitations quite so quickly, it’s a good thing I kept that secret stash of dairy hidden in the bottom drawer. Because four weeks more without dairy did the trick. How? According to Brain Balance, his gut needed the extra time to heal. Now healed, he can eat what he wants without an impact on his behavior. Lucky him.

Can you hear my jaw hitting the floor once again? Boom.