So yes, that’s pretty much my big take away from the weekend that started early Saturday morning with a shot of Toradol in my ass. We’ll get to that in a moment….
Have you seen the movie Mean Girls? It’s one of my favorite movies- snarky, hilarious and very well written (in my opinion). If you haven’t seen it, in one of the plot lines, Cady is trying to sabotage Regina by telling her she should go on an all carb diet to lose weight. Regina, not the brightest crayon in the box, keeps holding up items of food and asking “is butter a carb?” or “is bread a carb?”
So yes, that’s kind of how I feel right now grocery shopping. It’s taking me forever and I literally read every package to see if it’s gluten free or not. If I can’t tell by packaging, I whip out my trusty Blackberry and google “is rice gluten free?” I’m sure it’s pretty funny if you see it in action- me staring with a vacant, blank, confused stare intently at what is for most people a very simple package of food. I’m sure it’s even funnier if you know much about my cooking style which I’m pretty sure I’ve alluded to here on multiple occasions.
Welcome to my home. Allow me to heat you a wonderfully fresh gourmet Lean Cuisine.
But I’m slowly getting there. I’m still cheating…but not as much…and have found a couple of things I really like. I’ve found some items that are gluten free that really surprised me- TEQUILA and rice. I even made a delicious Lentil casserole tonight. And with that statement, somewhere, somehow, an angel got its wings.
I was being overly ambitious thinking I could go gluten and dairy free at the same time. In fact, that’s what I was cheating with most often (I sprinkle a little bit of cheese everywhere- feta on eggs, cheddar on salads etc- and the soy cheese was awful.) So I’m going back to baby steps- gluten free first.
So, about that shot in the ass….
I’ve give you the short version for now.
- I went to a friend’s 30th birthday party on Friday night. I rested all week for it, bought a new dress, and was really excited.
- Friday am, in true RA form, after a few days of feeling a little bit better, RA decided to make things more interesting.
- Things were so interesting Friday night midway through dinner that I left early. I am still embarrassed- I tried to leave quietly but everyone asked why I was leaving and I had to give a bit more info than I wanted to at that time, especially to people who for the most part I don’t know.
- Saturday morning I woke up and things RA wise felt curiously differently. By curiously different I mean REALLY EFFING AWFUL. I wound up going to Urgent Care in tears, getting a shot of Toradol and prescriptions for another Medrol pack and Vicodin.
If I ever have children, they will be named Toradol and Vicodin. For real.
That afternoon my neighbor, who witnessed my early morning emotional breakdown in the parking lot, came over to check on me.
Neighbor: So, how ya feeling Rockstar?
Me: A little better. Tired. Sore.
Neighbor: (chuckling) You must’ve had quite a night.
Me: (annoyed stare)
Neighbor: Ok, if you don’t want to talk about it…was it that bad? Was he old or was he just not hot?
Me: (finally getting what she thought had happened) No, I was not drunk. No, I was not walk of shaming home in tears.
I appreciate that though. That’s awesome.
I would really like for my insurance company to hurry the heck up and approve this new medication. Like immediately.