Saturday: I Hit My Ceiling Gluten-Wise
Two days ago, I had two pieces of white bread.
Nothing.
Yesterday, I had an oatmeal-raisin cookie.
Nothing.
Today, I had a sesame bagel with hummus.
And we have a winner!
Yup, I had a very mild but definitely noticeable reaction to the bagel. 20 minutes. Must have more gluten or mass or something.
It appears that I am still gluten sensitive, at least, but I can push that limit once in a while and have a nice sandwich...but probably not two. And ixnay on the agelbay, which makes me a little upset.
Guess who's going to become even better friends with carrot sticks and corn tortillas?
Yee.
Haw.
I'm probably going to just avoid the stuff entirely for now since my tolerance is clearly set very low, and decide closer to Christmas what the hell I will do with my temperamental digestive system when I go home. How I'm going to eat at Grandma's if I can't have more than two cookies is anyone's guess (probably will stick to the relish tray and forgo most of the baked goods if I can help it.)
My worry here is now primarily my weight. How can I hope to gain back a few pounds if I can't handle even a bagel? I can't have carbs unless they are packaged expensively in a GF bread or baked good. I have to find a way to get carbs in my system without paying a lot of money for them or killing my poor stomach with gluten.
I was happy when I lost a few pounds, but this is getting ridiculous. I can see the changes losing all those pounds has wrought-my shoulder blades are sharper and more angled, I can see and feel bones that are normally covered a bit better, my hip bones are sticking out like bookshelves (librarian joke), and I'm starting to be able to feel the ribs beneath my collarbone. I don't actually LIKE looking like this and I kind of wish I looked like I did before, but it's going to be hard to go back when I can't EAT ANYTHING!
Sigh.
This keeps up and little me's going to be a paperback (OK, I'll cut it with the book jokes. Eventually.)
I might ask for a breadmaker when I get a job in my new place - wherever that may be. That would solve a ton of my problems. If I could make my own stuff, I wouldn't have to pay an arm, a leg, and my suddenly prominent right scapula for carbohydrates.
Ta,
Bec
Sunday: I Hit The Ceiling, Blow A Gasket, Go Off the Effing Train.
Still no Internet.
It's 10 in the morning. So far today I have made bread (just finished and now freezing in its pan), boxed noodley stuff (in the fridge), and chicken (ate it.) I chopped green pepper for a la king so that it's all done and ready to go whenever.
I'm hoping that when and if a container comes up empty, I can stash the bread in there and freeze the portion I'm not using. Last time it went to waste; I can't let it happen this time. I need every carb that loaf of bread can give me. For the moment, its protected in the pan from getting smushed in the freezer and it's in plastic wrap and a grocery bag to prevent the air getting to it. I'm taking no chances.
Time Warner cut me off again. Once again, they are being bastards...and at the absolute worst time, too. I can't talk to my mother because the Internet is down and I NEED to talk to her about some important issues.
(Pardon my language here. My anger spilleth over.)
I will never, I repeat, NEVER, work with these assholes again. I am trying so hard to pay my rent on TIME and these idiots keep cutting off my stuff. I desperately need Internet today. I have to know what my schedule looks like for tomorrow. I'm waiting on a message from the guy I'm going out with. And Time fucking Warner cut me off.
There are not enough words to vent my anger. I have paid my rent. I have done my end of things. My rental company is doing their job. But the cable company are continuing to be a problem.
4 In the Afternoon.
So I have a signal. Went to do laundry a week early. Figured that'd give me a signal long enough to send a message to my supervisor about tomorrow (telling her to call instead of e-mail me) and Facebook (telling everyone to call if they urgently need to talk to me.) I expect that a good bit of screaming and yelling tomorrow will see my Internet restored within a few hours, or Time Warner are going to get ANOTHER earful from both me and the rental company.
Sigh. At least I found a place where I could get a message out to the important parties telling them I have no Internet so that they don't think I'm ignoring them. And when and if my supervisor gets a schedule worked out, she can then let me know and I'll actually get the message.
Though what I'm going to do for fun tonight, I have no idea. Probably a movie. Haven't decided what to watch yet; depends on my mood. Probably something with explosions after the day I've been having. I need a good boom.
Gotta go check on the wash, people.
Ta,
Bec
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