Monday, September 6, 2010

Holy Huevos, Batman!

Little B has been a virtual pin cushion this week.  After an allergy scratch test and a super-fun, high decibel trip to the lab for a blood draw, we know a little bit more.

Holy Huevos, Batman!

Definitely not what I was suspecting - a live bat hanging in out tiny basement window (outside, thank you, Jesus!) or an egg allergy.  It isn't a stop breathing, face swelling reaction, but we know she's allergic.  Over the next two weeks, we have to perform THE CHALLENGE - no Jeff Probst to commentate. No eggs for 14 days, then we get to feed her one and see what happens!  I am sure this will bode well with my bent toward gut-wrenching, debilitating anxiety.  At first, we wanted to start it right away, but decided to wait until the weekend.  Against my better judgement, I figured I'd go ahead and let Little B have the two cupcakes that were coming for fellow classmates' birthdays.  Plus, her first slumber party was scheduled for the weekend.  The girl had spent the last two days being poked and prodded.  If she wanted a cupcake, she could have one. 

Utter insanity.  Just like a bat in my window.

A while back I mentioned an article that linked dairy hypersensitivity to emotional tantrums in children? Well, this is one of those times I wish I did have little voices in my head to remind me of that article. The screaming, throw herself down on the floor fit she threw out at my friend's house was straight 'out of high school to the draft' quality.  Add this to the fact I took her directly to the hospital to have blood drawn - awesome day for me!  Needless to say, the result affected me as well as Little B. 

ME: Honey, I don't think you'll be able to have any homemade treats like cupcakes at school anymore.

LITTLE B: I think that's a good idea, Mama. 

Thank the good Lord we got her off dairy before puberty. GAH!

Of course, dairy+egg+who knows what else was in those sugar-gut-bombs, wasn't going to make the situation better.  Even though I have only one nerve left, I am still grateful for the normally sweet, endearing daughter Little B really is.  She gave up dairy without a hitch and doesn't seem too disturbed by the egg discovery she has told almost every person she's seen over the last two days that she's only a little allergic to eggs. I suppose the next time she requests and Egg and Cheese Sandwich, we may see her dark side. 

This coming Tuesday we are traveling to Children's Mercy in Kansas City to see a Surgical Specialist.  Apparently, it is to see if she even knows how to poop (Little B, not the doctor).  Mr. B believes this to be a waste of time and money, but another opinion is another opinion and I have become just obstinate enough to hold my own with Dr.  Specialty.  I had some relatively good practice with the allergist.  I was glad that I knew before hand that a celiac is different from a wheat allergy.  She seemed a bit surprised that I even asked the question,

ME: Now, a wheat allergy is different from celiac disease, which the scratch test wouldn't show, correct? 

DR: Ummm.....yehs. She iz ahlso coufink at nieght. It cout be refloox. 

ME: Okay, but she hasn't been coughing at night since we went off dairy. 

DR: Vell, yoh do nat need meelk prodooks nutriceeonalee, speakink. 

ME: I understand that. I want to rule out celiac disease. 

DR: Eeet iz berry, berry rare, but we weel do dee blood test.   

Sorry, she was Russian. I couldn't help myself.

Hence the fun blood test.  That ordeal has made me wonder: What came first? Doctors treating symptoms OR patients wanting a quick-fix, leaving doctors no choice but to treat symptoms.  People like to keep doing what they're doing without thinking of the consequences - this applies to what we put in our mouths, too!  I read once that we should treat food as medicine: proper dosage, necessary ingredients. But the eat-to-live mentality is opposite of the American live-to-eat culture.  Does the laxative work for Little B? YES! Extremely well in fact, but I want to know WHY she needs it!  I also read that you shouldn't eat anything with ingredients a normal cook wouldn't keep in the kitchen pantry, and it seems that polyethylene glycol isn't a cupboard staple.      
As I sit here typing, Mr. B just brought Little B back from her sleepover. I wonder what she ate, I wonder if she'll get sick, I wonder how long I'll stress about it.  

Too long, no doubt. 

Oh, a muffin or two will settle my nerves.

Wheat Germ Muffins

2 ripe bananas, mashed
1c. sugar
1 c. almond milk
1T. apple cider vinegar
1c. whole wheat flour
1/4c. soy flour
1T. baking powder
1/4 wheat germ
1T. cinnamon
1/2t. salt

Add the vinegar to the milk and set aside.  Mix the dry ingredients thoroughly.  Add all together - mixing until moist. Fill a generously sprayed muffin tin.  Bake for about 25 minutes at 375*
Despite the amount of sugar, the are very 'healthy' tasting.  Interestingly enough Little B ate 3.5 of these on Sunday was crying in pain from a stomachache come late afternoon.   Ironic, is it not?        

And now, my stomach hurts.  GAH! I will not intentionally eat meat again...but that's another blog for another day!


  1. I did know you were fluent in typing Russian! Sorry for all the run arounds. I sure hope you get the answers you need and want.
    Oh, and once you figure it out, my dog has all kinds of allergies. Can she be your next puzzle??
    Just kidding:)

  2. Now I am feeling stressed and anxious. How can we have you over for supper on a no meat, no egg, no dairy plan!?! Okay, even as I type that I realize it's not so bad---I'll serve up the fruit and veggies and you can BYOVMA (bring your own vegan meat-alternative)! :-) I'll tell Dan to work on a vegan-chili recipe too. By the way, the tofu-dog was interesting, but not awful. I think on a bun with mustard and relish, I would have enjoyed it just fine!