Ode to the gall balader

Its so sad. The sound of bacon and eggs cooking, the marvellous smell wafting through the kitchen have all been banished for ever in a fight against the dreaded acid stomach. Its been a battle slowly unfurling, from the day they whipped out the faithful gallbladder the system has been groaning under the weight of in-balance. Too much of this too little of that and the mixture fails to rise, in my case, it rises too much. Slowly the type of food that is deemed good diminishes to rabbit food whilst the good old stalwarts like bacon and egg are verboten.
What this does for ones own mental well being need investigation.
Is the remedy worth the pain and the emotional mis-location as one pads around the kitchen in search of a healthy breakfast.
The foods one can eat are un-appertising, lacking taste and have no smell. The extravaganza of a fry-up with fried bread is a memory, clouded with the discomfort of dyspepsia, its a no go but the alternatives are so bland as to make one forget to eat !!