Oh, man. Perspective is some crazy shit! Shortly after I wrote my last post, I got glutenated by some pizza that I am guessing was cross-contaminated (it was from a large pizza chain that until last week had managed not to cross-contaminate me, to my delight UNTIL LAST WEEK). As soon as I finished eating I had a horrible stomachache, like I'd swallowed a burning bowling ball, and things continued to follow the usual pattern of glutenation with me of Day One GI Unrest, Day Two Everything Hurts, Day Three EVERYTHING IS A HORRIBLE URGENT TRAGEDY OH GOD WHY AM I THE ONLY ONE CRYING? Day Three reminded me that while I may have a chronic depression issue, at least it does not generally get in the way of my living a fairly normal life. Day Three, though...boy. THAT was in the way!
Somewhere in the middle of the glutenation my ex-husband got up to some fairly epic fuckery.
Hotter courteously waited until the day AFTER that to get sick. And by "sick" I mean "his usual GI stuff got so bad that his electrolytes were out of whack and his BP was low and I invoked the Local Teaching Hospital." Funnily enough, Hotter's sickness came on shortly after he abandoned the gluten-free diet he'd been sticking to and started eating wheat again, and when he went back to being gluten-free things improved again so HMMM! You guys, I swear I'm not going to turn into one of those gluten zealots who claims that going GF will cure anything that ails you from acne to autism. But...damn. *gives gluten the side-eye*
Every once in a great while, when life has been kicking my ass more than usual, I harken back to my fat alcoholic roots and hold a "cake and a six-pack" day wherein I bake a cake for no good reason and purchase a six-pack and silence my internal nutrition nag and spend a day consuming the cake and the six-pack. This year the 4th of July coincided with a cake and a six-pack day, so really it was like I made a birthday cake for America and raised a bottle (or six) to FREEDOM!
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
How are all of YOU?