*Look for Photo-a-day updates throughout this post…unfortunately, several of them seem to be lost in my phone, which wants to do its own thing lately…*
Day 7: someone who inspires you…my husband…and my marriage inspire me to be a better person every day.
What a fun and crazy weekend! Jim and I had lunch with his dad on Saturday before meeting his mom’s side of the family for a surprise 70th birthday party for his grandfather. We stayed overnight in Santa Cruz at his aunt’s beach house and left early Sunday morning to meet my mom and nephew for the Strawberry Festival back in Roseville.
But before all of that happened, I went to the doctor again on Friday afternoon.
Day 8: a smell you adore…this is my lavender ice cream (see below). Lavender is one of my favorite smells ever!
Let’s back up a sec so I can give you some back story. Several years ago, my mom got very sick. She went to doctor after doctor after doctor, saw a handful of specialists and no one knew what was wrong with her. Finally she found the doctor we went to on Friday. He practices Eastern medicine, and he was able to diagnose what was wrong with her and treat her back to good-as-new condition.
A lot of people don’t believe in anything but traditional, Western medical ways of thinking and treating illnesses. But when those methods fail you, you have to seek help elsewhere. And that’s where I was a few weeks ago when I booked my appointment.
This doctor uses biofeedback testing to determine the cause of symptoms and herbal remedies and acupuncture as well as lifestyle changes to treat them.
As you know, my main symptom is fatigue. I feel tired as we speak and it’s only 10 a.m. I had three different sets of blood tests done, saw two specialists and two different doctors, and none of them could tell me anything but “your blood work looks good.” Well, that’s all fine and dandy, but I still don’t feel good.
So when I walked into the office on Friday afternoon, I was a little scared. Scared he’d tell me, too, that there wasn’t anything wrong with me, and a little scared he’d tell me there was a lot wrong.
I think I landed somewhere in the middle.
The first thing he told me was I’m hypoglycemic. Which makes tons of sense. I get cranky and dizzy and start feeling faint if I don’t eat every few hours. I constantly tell myself “It’s not time to eat yet” and wait to eat until it’s closer to lunchtime or dinner time or some other, more acceptable time to fill my mouth with food.
The other major thing he had to say was that I’m allergic to corn and wheat, meaning, pretty much, most of what I put in my mouth is poisoning my body and creating this constant feeling of fatigue.
So I can’t eat anything with corn or wheat in it anymore. And do you know how hard it is to find food that has neither of those things? I almost broke down in Whole Foods yesterday trying to pick out a frozen pizza. There’s plenty of wheat-free options (they’re also labeled as “gluten free” although my allergy is not to gluten, its to wheat itself), but several of them have corn or some form of corn in them. My other giant problem with this is corn syrup. They put that crap in EVERYTHING these days!
Day 10: a favorite word: TUCKER!
Not to mention, eating this weekend was difficult. I managed to get through Saturday just fine, with only one almost-breakdown when Jim’s step dad put the garlic bread on the table. I had a piece of salmon (made specially for me instead of…tri-tip? some sort of beef-looking stuff and chili) and salad. For lunch I managed to find an egg-white omelet with veggies and fruit and cottage cheese on the side instead of toast. And for breakfast I found oatmeal at Starbucks. I did, however, have a double scoop of ice cream from Marianne’s (super good homemade ice cream in Santa Cruz) to compensate. I know it wasn’t really warranted, but it sure did make me feel better about that garlic bread!
Day 11: kitchen…this wasn’t made in my kitchen, but it was breakfast Sunday morning,and it was the closest to “kitchen” I was gonna get.
Sunday, we decided to go to the Strawberry Festival. That in and of itself wasn’t bad. I even managed to stay away from corn and wheat with my vegetable fried rice and garlic fries for lunch…but the strawberry funnel cake was not just calling, but SCREAMING my name, and I caved and had a few (large) bites.
Of course, I felt crappy afterward. It had been 24 hours since I’d had any of that in my stomach and I spent the evening paying for it with a brick in my belly.
Today I have packed some carrots, strawberries (from the festival) and some almond crackers, as well as a salad from Whole Foods’ salad bar section. My mom also has some stuff at her house for lunch, she says, so hopefully I’ll get through this day with no mess-ups!
How was your weekend? Did you do anything exciting?