Chocolate. Pork. Soybean products (including, but not limited to, soy milk, vegetable oil, margarine, tofu, shortening). All gone.
It’s moments like these I’m reminded why I love being married to my best friend.
Yesterday, I had my long awaited appointment with an allergist. During my travels around the globe, in search of the secrets to a happy marriage, I came away with many great secrets and one huge frustration. Pimples. Lots and lots of pimples.
Months after returning to the States, the pimples simply would not go away. Finally, I decided to go to the dermatologist for the first time in my life. He recommended I see a nearby allergist.
Have you ever been to an allergist? I went for the first time yesterday and let me tell you, it’s quite the experience! The nurse numbered my left and right forearms, 1-through-20 on each side. Then she proceeded to prick me with a small needle next to each number. After waiting twenty minutes for results, I thought I was in the clear. None of the places where she pricked became inflamed.
Then came the second round. An entire tray of needles -much longer than the first round- were required to determine what food allergies I might have.
Alas, this time three of the areas where she gave me shots became inflamed. And then the doctor came in to give the results. No more chocolate (are you kidding me?), pork, or soybean products. Have I ever told you I’m lactose intolerant? Yep, just add that to the list of things I can’t have. ”So what do I put in my drink at Starbucks?” I asked. ”I suggest you carry around small cartons of rice milk in your purse.” Sigh…
Before I even left the doctor’s office, I called Keith, “Honey, you will never believe what happened!” After reading off to him the list the doctor gave me of all the things I should no longer eat (the soybean product list is pretty long), he paused and joked, “Well, at least I’m not allergic to wheat! Then we’d never be able to eat together.” Laughter ensued.
Learning at the age of 36 that you have to cut out more than two-thirds of the things you eat on a daily basis (including the non-dairy creamer I put in my coffee): difficult. Having a husband who makes you laugh so hard about it you forget the diagnosis: priceless.
QUESTION: Have you experienced a time when you received bad news (even something as trivial as food allergies) and had your spirits picked up immediately with just one quick phone call to your husband?
Until tomorrow…make it a great day!
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