I gained three pounds!
I gained. Three. Pounds.
I am no longer in immediate danger of being put on IV nutrients. And I'm only two pounds away from escaping the danger zone.
I gained weight. The proton pump inhibitor helped.
Something helped. Something worked. Two-plus years, and finally, finally, something worked.
I am all in happy tears over here. You don't know what it's like. Two-plus years, losing almost half my starting body weight, losing half of my hair, none of my clothes fitting, my bones protruding, looking more like abstract art than like a human being, test after test after fucking test and the numbers always falling...
...and finally, finally, something is working.