February 8th, 2010 at 2:57 pm
(Better Living Through Chemistry)
I poisoned myself again. *sigh* This is much worse than trying to be gluten-free. I cannot believe the things I also forgot from going off gluten. I poisoned myself by laying my fresh, clean coriander on the fridge shelf without a second thought. My fridge shelves aren’t piggy-dirty but it’s been a few months since I’ve gone over them with bleach water. Result? PAIN! And all the other lovely allergic reaction things except wheezing. Hello toilet, my old friend. So sorry to see you once again. As together we endure the explosive sounds of… diarrhea. *sigh* As a result of this, I have begged Eloric to please bleach water my shelves, please wash the tainted dishes, please get me a new non-stick frying pan, please NEVER BRING MILK PRODUCTS INTO THE HOUSE AGAIN EVER. I’m still a bit sore from this most recent poisoning and more than a little paranoid.
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February 5th, 2010 at 12:28 am
(Thoughts)
I’ve cooked more in the last two weeks than I have since I first got married- You know, back when I thought I absolutely had to cook everything or fail at life. I’ve roasted gardens of garlic, tried lamb for the first time, got poisoned by an innocent-looking of supposedly free from everything bbq sauce, and I’ve generally had a good time. My house smells like I have a herd of Italian grandmothers running free-range through it.
So the bbq sauce incident- I’m still waiting for that crap to leave my system. When the sites you read say that you really DO care about shared equipment or shared facilities: BELIEVE THEM. I’m usually good with shared equipment with gluten. Oy veh, not with caesin. My bbq sauce was not made with any evil ingredients but it was made in a facility that shared space with evil ingredients and hoo-boy did cross contamination happen. So while my first go at pulled pork was technically a success, it was epic fail in that I managed to poison myself anyway. Originally, I thought I was feeling off because a house burned down to the foundations the same day in town, since burning houses give off all sorts of horrible chemicals and such. But then I decided it was the sauce. So from now on, if I don’t want to make my own bbq sauce (and I don’t), I’m going to have to order it from allergygrocer.com.
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January 28th, 2010 at 10:14 pm
(Thoughts)
I’ve been eating GFCF for about a week now. It is both less and at the same time more of a pain in the rear than I had thought it would be originally. Allow me to explain: It is less of a pain in that I was avoiding a lot of milk products instinctively beforehand. It is more of a pain in that 1) I now freak out over undeclared caesin/milk on labels WAY more than I ever freaked out about wheat/gluten, 2) Suddenly I have to worry about calcium far more than I ever wanted to, 3) Selection is very limited here in podunk.
I do feel better. I’m having less anxiety but that might have to do with my new BCP as much as the diet… although I do have more anxiety praying to whichever deity who likes me today that I won’t run into undeclared dairy or read labels wrong because that wheezing is fkn SCARY and it happens with such rapidity that I’m far less adventurous than I was when I was just worrying about gluten. I mean Starbucks’ cafe mocha should be totally caesin-free if made with soymilk if you leave off the whipped cream…. but I don’t trust them to keep it free of cross contamination. I’ve totally been crapping my pants about cross contamination so I refuse to eat out. That respiratory involvement is causing me to be way more phobic than a little diarrhea, blisters, abdominal pain, and farts of death ever did in the past.
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January 24th, 2010 at 1:52 pm
(News, Rants)
Yo internets.
I’ve recently discovered I have a new food allergy. I am allergic to milk and milk products. No, I am not lactose-intolerant because lactose intolerance doesn’t make you wheeze or get allergy-induced shiners. I thought I was done with this food allergy crap after finding out about my Celiac disease but apparently if you have one food intolerance, chances are you’re going to have another one. It’s like some deity with hemorrhoids is saying “You like cheese, right? Chocolate? Sorry. I know you were getting happy again so I decided to nip it in the bud before you were too joyful. Have a scary allergic reaction. Oh, and when we were making the foods you people like to eat? Yeah, we put this in absolutely everything you don’t have to make yourself. Keep telling yourself that at least I didn’t take corn away from you… yet.”
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January 12th, 2010 at 1:21 pm
(Better Living Through Chemistry)
This just in- Klonopin is the spawn of Satan himself… and I don’t particularly believe in just one supreme evil being. But I’m willing to revise my personal beliefs to accommodate the new belief that a devil or possibly devils, or at least a major demon exists as a small, lime-green pill.
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January 4th, 2010 at 11:57 pm
(Better Living Through Chemistry, Friends, Grieving)
I was looking forward to 2010 being a relatively sane, normal, non-traumatic year aside from the hormone-induced panic attacks. I am beginning to believe that some deity is out to get me and everyone I know… or at the very least a demi-god with a bad case of hemorrhoids.
read the rest of 2010, right up there with 2007, ‘08
January 1st, 2010 at 9:37 pm
(Better Living Through Chemistry, News)
Well, it is the new year. Time to post some resolutions I will never attain be they ever so reasonable.
1) Lose 20# by the end of the year
2) Get rid of/get control of the stupid panic attacks I seem to have acquired from missing a week of my birthcontrol.
3) Write 700 words a week 49/52 weeks this year
4) Participate in NaNoWriMo again this year.
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October 19th, 2009 at 10:34 pm
(Cats, Grieving, WoW)
Well, at the risk of people thinking we’re douchebags, I thought I’d mention that we have kittens. Thurien is still missing and we needed something to distract ourselves from remembering that he is gone. The lady down the street does not have him. I’m just going to presume that we’ve lost him for good. It does no good to keep calling out the front door every night. The signs we put up were of no help. The neighbors have not seen him. We’ve not found his body or remains anywhere. He’s just gone. Like he never existed. It’s better to believe him dead than suffering somewhere. I hope it was quick and that he did not suffer. It kills me that he’s gone but I’m still fragile after Dad and so many relatives dying that I just don’t want to have to think about another death this soon.
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