I’m So Ashamed

WooHoo for warmer weather!
WooHoo for warmer weather!
And picnics with friends...
And picnics with friends…

And roasted marshmallows!

And roasted marshmallows!

Before talking about the wonderful springtime weather, allow me to confess.  I glutened my daughter.  No, I didn’t do it on purpose and it doesn’t make much sense, but the fact remains that Jessie was glutened by her own mother.  

One night this past week we had pork chops and rice for dinner.  The next day Jessie told me that she had cramped really badly that night.  No other symptoms, but she knew that it was the same cramping she’d experienced before.  We mentally went through the entire recipe and there was nothing.  The only difference was that I’d just purchased Kroger brand basmati rice which was different that the brand I had been using.  Sue me.  I tried to save a few bucks.  

Fast forward to last night.  We had chinese.  (This is no joke.  I am a fabulous cook of chinese cuisine.  Jeff is beginning to call me Lori-son while doing his best oriental imitation.)  I said that we were going to have the rice, so if Jessie had cramps again, we’d know that it was the rice.  Sure enough, it was worse for her last night (sparing gory details here), but thank goodness by morning it had passed and she felt better.  The only thing I can figure is that the rice is processed in a plant that also processes wheat products and it was cross contaminated.  Golly, I’m sticking with the expensive rice from here on out.  Even when you think you’re safe, you just never know about those sneaky gluten attacks.  

It’s Sunday now and Jessie told me that, overall, the headaches have been pretty bad this week.  This morning she is feeling better with no tiredness, achy muscles or joints OR headaches.  It’s been five days now since she stopped taking the other two prescription medicines that she’s taken for over three years.  Every morning I wake up wondering if she will have a major crash.  Well duh, that was a stupid remark.  It’s really no different from any other morning in the past three years.

Now for the cheerful springtime talk.  It’s been beautiful here this weekend with temperatures in the mid 70s.  Jeff and I stopped off after church at Wally-World to pick up tennis balls (one canister for us and another for our dog, Sophie) and he’s taking Jessie down to the tennis court this afternoon to send a few of those new tennis balls over the fence.  My irritatingly worrisome self needs to remember to tell Jeff not to let Jessie overdo it. 

Have a good week!

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3 responses to “I’m So Ashamed

  1. It’s amazing the things you can find gluten in. Things you would never expect…and then it isn’t just called gluten…there are 500 other things it can be called! Live and learn.

    Glad she is feeling better. Enjoy the lovely weather where you are….it hasn’t stopped raining in 2 days here. Not much worse than cold rain! I would rather have snow.

  2. Sue

    Sorry to hear about the gluten problem this weekend. I can’t imagine how difficult that must be for her and for you. I have enough trouble just trying to avoid dairy.

    Glad to hear you were able to enjoy the beautiful weekend weather, though. We did, too – felt like May instead of March!

    Sue

  3. Wow! That’s insane! Who would have thought that rice could be cross contaminated!
    My son is allergic to soy, peanuts, eggs, wheat and dairy. I started a website http://www.spewdfree.com to help others who suffer with food allergies. SPEWD Free is a recipe resource and blog (and more).
    I hope you find it useful. 🙂
    Thank You,
    Heather

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