What a fun week!
Courier Bold Italic doesn't really do my brand of sarcasm justice, but settle, I must.
- I drove to Children's Mercy to have a doctor ask me why I was there.
- I heard the specialist tell me the same thing I've heard before.
- I spent over $85 on Daiya Shreds. (That's the king of alternative cheese, people.)
- Missed Little B's allergy lab call only to call back and have to wait another day because there weren't any nurses in the office.
- Saw my own doc for uncontrollable allergy/asthma issues (hello $169 inhaler, prednisone and 5 extra pounds - curse you 'increased appetite!').
- Spent half the night awake listening to and trying to care for my barking daughter, who has croup.
- Spent the other half of the same night with the cha-chas from allergy meds.
- Shopped at Big Black Hole Mart.
There were the good parts, too. Like feeding my sick friend a home cooked meal of vegan chili. I'm lucky I have a few peeps who willingly subject themselvs to my culinary experiments. I also passed off a couple of Cinnamon Roll JB Bars. Feedback has been good, except for Mr. B, who pushed it back across the kitchen table at breakfast with one bite missing. Apparently, I better stick to the Peanut Butter Cookie version with him. However, Little B, after much consideration, shook her head wildly that she loved them. I am relatively sure she is already tapping into my sensitivities in the kitchen.
With a smile, though, Mr. B did eat the quarter pound walnut/veggie burger I served him up for lunch.
I did finally get to speak to the nurse in the allergist's office. She couldn't give me each result for the celiac blood panel, but did add that Little B is allergic to cats. I am grateful this doesn't add to the list of what she can't eat. Although, I think I am the one who is really chiseling down her list on my own.
The doc Little B saw for the croup episode, suggested we cancel the appointment with the GI. No, it isn't normal for kids to be constipated, but it is common. This I agree with heartily. Mr. B thinks I just need to do what I think is best. When you think about the junk we feed ourselves and our kids, it's a wonder we aren't worse off than we are. I'm not quite sure that anyone has it completely right, but I am sure we can get there - even if it isn't what others think is right. Some might think I am barking mad - I guess this makes me a nutritional universalist.
And that's okay. Especially when you make Calzones for Dinner.
Yes, my measuring tools are just as warped as I am.
Loaded up with as much meat alternative and dairy free cheese as I could get my hands on in the middle of Kansas.
I'm just too lazy to type out the recipe...but homemade crust and soy meat galore: bacon, hamburger, and pepperoni. YUM.
Beats an old hot pocket any day.