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Thursday, November 25, 2010

el Día de Acción de Gracias

I set my Facebook status to tell the world I "have a hell of a lot to be thankful for" and then decided to call it a day, at least in terms of social networking. I'm still a member of the old school, where holidays should be at least somewhat sacred and politics-free, so I'm going to take the opportunity instead to use these wee hours of the late morning (Mr. Kitty is still asleep and the house is as quiet as it was in the dark) and reflect on what it is I'm thankful for.

My Family - as most of you know, my parents survived a car wreck that in every other parallel universe, took their lives. But quite the contrary, they're alive, well, cognizant, walking, and functional. Also, I have a wonderful husband. He loves cats, hates sports, and prefers girl-next-door to skanky women. He's intelligent, refined, domestic, and right-leaning independent. We have 2 cute fur-kids who have their health as well. Our big fluffy 19-pound heating bad shoves his head into my hand for me to pet him and settles into my side of the bed against me. Our little girl provides entertainment with 'tude and yet deep down she is an intelligent little sweetie. And of course, life isn't complete without my sister, grandparents, or extended family. It's just not.

A Great Year - also as most of you are aware, we escaped Dallas with only a few battlescars, opting for pastures that really are greener, in so many ways. Our commute and cost of living dwindled, while our sanity gradually returned. We've been blessed with an awesome practice and have nurtured its growth (more on that below). We have made a few good friends (quality over quantity at this point), discovered some excellent haunts, and indulged in some neat cultural events like the Latin Jazz festival and some attractions at the Mercado. We've come into our own in San Antonio, growing and evolving into different people with an entirely different life.

A Sweet Practice - we've been blessed with a reasonably-profitable practice (during an economic depression, no less), an office that is pretty, comfortable, and fun to go to every day, patients that have spawned another branch of extended family, and the joy of being independent and working for yourself. We've witnessed miracles and helped to change lives. We've made some excellent decisions and carved out some sorely-needed niches that people have yearned for and finally found.

And now, a miscellaneous list: I'm thankful for...
* chocolate
* our troops
* responsive apartment management
* things to do that don't cost anything
* trucks
* fatty foods!
* AT&T Uverse
* Functional Medicine
* being able to take holidays off
* the conservative takeover in the recent elections
* being able to keep in touch with friends, family, acquaintances, classmates, and patients through social media
* trash TV LOL
* warm winters
* good sleep
* allergy abatement
* good lab testing
* my nerdiness and eccentricity
* stores that still CLOSE on Thanksgiving and other holidays
* living closer to the parents
* not having to study for tests
* Disney movies

I think Mr. Kitty is up now...it's only 10:45am. ;)

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Bananaheadspace

So we're trying to build this website. Well, actually it's already built; we're just writing the text for it. And I hit a stumbling block....a big one. Like, identity crisis-grade. Again. And here I was sitting, pondering my existence/place in healthcare and the role I'm supposed to play.

I went down the hall to pry my husband away from his petty report-writing (ha!) to seek his expert opinion and direction (at least 2 more ha's). I read him my masterpiece from several weeks ago that had been shelved since its inception.

He said... "it reads a little hostile."

Really? I thought it had been my imagination. I mean, my headspace was less than 100% uplifting when I wrote it, but I didn't think it would be that obvious.

I was wrong. I think "pissed off at the world" was also among his descriptive phrases.

This is very wrong. I'm supposed to be a happy, encouraging, uplifting, "I have a better way!" BEACON in peoples' lives. I mean, I'm supposed to be the poster child for all things enthusiastic, focused, and joyful. After all, unlike those cranky vegans, I eat FAT, which is what the brain is made of, right? Right?? I can't portray myself as "pissed off at the world". No. That just does not compute.

As I read it a few more times, though, I realized that not only did I repeat myself a few times, but that he was RIGHT about the slight hint of permeating negativity. Oh. My. Goodness.

The solicitation of assistance from my husband actually evolved into almost a therapeutic counseling session. I cast him dang near into shrink status as I poured out some Deep Thoughts. I also came to a few important realizations.

Apparently, I harbor some resentment and some regret, and maybe a teeny bit of hostility.

I resent that I end up caught between a rock and a hard place. Insurance companies don't cover everything anymore (nor have they for a loooong time), yet people still expect everything to be covered. Insurance companies have made it pretty much impossible for doctors to get paid; at the same time, people are expecting someone else to pay for something that should be their own financial responsibility. Two separate entities (other than me) have it all wrong and yet I'm the one who gets made to look like the bad guy. Humbug. So yeah, when the first words out of the telephone-caller's mouth are, "do you take insurance?" I roll my eyes a little.

Other things wear on me a little, too...
* Like the people who think they have all the answers and attempt to tell me (the doctor with the schooling, degrees, and license) what to do just because they've done a little online research and they think they know what I know.

* Or like those who take dozens of medications, all of which artificially--and harshly--manipulate their systems and when they develop serious problems as a consequence, they end up in my office for me to fix them. Which I can only do if they stop taking their meds.

* Or those who come to see me and start making improvements, but then end up at their "regular doctor" who then meddles with my treatment protocols, screwing the patient up. The variation on that theme that I really can't stand, though, is when they feel (or say) that they have to run my recommendations by "their doctor" for some kind of approval.

* What takes the cake, though, is the Medicare set (and, to some extent, Medicaid, although those calls are a lot less common). The battlecry that frosts my ass is the whole "fixed income" mantra. I feel like saying, "you're on a fixed income? Great! Considering that your age group is consistently the most financially well-off and you're one of the few lucky ones who actually know where your next paycheck is coming from and when, life is good!" Not-so-gentle note to the 65+: playing "poor me" when you are consistently the richest age bracket across the country does not score any sympathy points, nor will it get you a discount or special treatment. Crying "fixed income!" is the quickest way to annoy those around you.

I can't fathom WHY these are still issues for me, but they are. I mean, I will continue to face them, but the sooner I learn to work through them and be able to deal with them without emotion, the better. I dislike feeling like I play second fiddle to some MD who overlooked the patient's problem for years or who is doing nothing about it, especially when I'm a doctor, too. I have all the battlescars to prove it. I dislike being nonverbally put in the middle of the insurance situation. I didn't create the problem, I didn't agree to it, I'm trying to cut the bureaucrats out of the game so that my patient and their wishes/desires/goals/HEALTH can be dealt back in.

So with that catharsis out of the way (for now), I'm trying to write a website that Accentuates the Positive and tells people what we DO do versus what we don't. I'm trying not to erect any between-the-lines barriers. On the one hand, I like the idea of almost discouraging people from coming in because then I get only the serious ones. But I'm not sure I have that luxury yet.

Of course, the plain and simple answer to all this is to be selective and choosy when it comes to who I'll accept into the program and who I may not take on. I have to be ready and willing to let go of those whose priorities are a mess, those who think they know everything already, those who aren't willing to do what it takes and who aren't willing to value my time and knowledge enough to pay for it themselves, when their health insurance company is too pig-headed and short-sighted to see the light themselves.

I feel better (for) now; time to write a website.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Just saying "no"

Ever feel like you've been hit with a barrage of, I don't know, fill-in-the-blank? Like suddenly everyone wants something from you and it's too much to handle at once? Enough to make you recoil and push back and say "go away"?

Well, I've felt that way lately; certain things have started to grate on me and, well, enough is enough. Here is a non-exclusive list of things I will not do, despite encouragement to the contrary.

* NO, I'm not going to text some word to some strange phone number.
* NO, I'm not going to join some Facebook game like Farmville, Cafe something-or-other, or anything else.
* NO, I'm not watching some sports game.
* NO, I don't need some chiro-motivational seminar, practice-building/coaching company.
* NO, I'm not going to ask my "doctor" if some drug is "right" for me.
* NO, I'm not going to buy the claim that normal female monthly symptoms (or signs of basic hormone surplus) are instead some classifiable disease.
* NO, I'm not going to "call right now!"
* NO, I don't want to be "featured" as "THE alternative medicine clinic" in my city, (especially knowing that I'll have plenty of company/competition), for some obscene amount of money, especially since our website will soon outrank theirs in the search results anyway.
* NO, I'm not signing up for some gym membership and busting my ass on a treadmill anymore.
* NO, I'm not completing anymore intrusive internet surveys.
* NO, I'm not going to sign up for any cut-rate phone service, check-cashing service, credit-monitoring service, or second-rate car insurance.
* NO, I'm not going to click here.
* NO, I'm not participating in any chain letters or secret Facebook conspiracies.
* NO, I'm not going to support any bogus self-interested causes or awareness months unless it also means true health and prevention (which it never does - it's all about raising ever-more money to pay high salaries while they pretend to search for some unrealistic cure).
* NO, I'm not displaying colored ribbons for any causes (except for common-sense things like supporting our troops).
* NO, I'm not getting the flu shot.
* NO, I'm not falling for any Nigerian 419 scam, and don't think that any of your "god blesses" are going to change my mind and make me think for a minute that you're American or legit.
* NO, I'm not supporting something just because it's "green", "vegan", "sustainable", or otherwise politically correct.
* NO, I'm not opting for local conventionally-grown food when I have an organic option, even if the organic comes from further away.
* NO, I'm not falling for BO "change".
* NO, I don't think you're cool because you have subwoofers, a tricked out ride, or bling.
* NO, I don't think you're cool because you have a big stereo system or you listen to rap.
* NO, I don't think you're cool because you mark your territory with spray paint.
* NO, I'm not going to sign on with your crappy insurance company just so I can make next to nothing for treating you.
* NO, I'm not switching long distance companies, internet providers, or credit card processing companies.
* NO, I don't think you're impressive just because you have a BMW, Mercedes, Jaguar, Escalade, Hummer H2, or anything else.
* NO, I don't think you deserve a fricking medal because you drive a Prius, Mini Cooper, VW Bug or Jetta, Smart Car, or any hybrid vehicle.
* NO, I don't think you're high society just because you shop at Whole Foods.
* NO, I don't think you deserve special treatment just because you have kids.

Just sayin' no.... just sayin'.

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Keep feeling salvation

We received a visit from the local neighborhood Mormons today. Well, at least it took 9 months of living here for them to find us.

Now, before I go any further: I have a LOT of Mormon friends and they are near and dear to my heart. I have some very good Jehovah's Witness and Baptist friends, too. I have a lot of respect for them and their faith.

But I got a bone to pick with the door-to-door thing. It's intrusive. It's disruptive. It's worse than telemarketing because they're at your door, in person, wanting into your house. Here we were, trying to watch a little TV, take a Benadryl nap to sleep through some of the allergic discomfort, enjoying a little time with family and... knock, knock, knock. I'm wrapped up in a blanket in jammies, and my husband is in his boxers.

Mormons. Wondering what they can do for us. Wondering if they can come in and do dishes. Noble as hell, but make no mistake: there are strings attached. My husband said we weren't really interested. They asked him when they could come back.

That's it... you push, you lose. If we already tell you we're not interested, you don't keep pushing. Because they pushed, when they asked if there were others in the building they could talk to, we pointed them to all the noisy neighbors that had continually pissed us off over the past 5 months, including the little party animal downstairs who saw no problem with holding parties with loud music both last night (1 or 2 a.m.) AND the night before (after 3 a.m.). Two birds, one stone.

I posted this on Facebook (big mistake). It was pointed out to me that Jesus told his disciples to go spread the word. Cool, I get that - but I was raised Catholic and among Catholics and Lutherans, this practice is unheard of. I also never heard of Orthodox Christians doing this. So obviously, some Christian denominations interpreted this directive differently.

Then it was implied that I was a hypocrite for blogging and spreading my ideas about nutrition and chiropractic to others but getting my feathers ruffled when people want to spread theirs. I have a few points to make about that.

The comparison is like apples to staplers.
1) I post on blogs and websites, NOT visit people at their homes.
2) When I post links on Facebook, only people who have already opted in will see them. And, they'll only click on the link if they're interested.
3) When we go to business meetings to talk about our business, we're meeting with other people who also tell us about theirs. It's 2-way communication.
4) If we were to go to a gym, we'd set up a table with flyers and business cards and let people come to us, not call out to them.
5) Continuing with the gym example, if we saw someone lifting weights wrong, we would point it out for their safety and show them a safer way to do it - NOT just start talking about chiropractic and promoting our practice.

I echo another friend of mine who said that religion is such a personal and potentially polarizing topic. In fact, I usually do not discuss it unless it's a small group of close friends and we already know that we're all respectful enough of each others' views and close enough friends that no self-revelation will change how we think of each other.

I disagree with door-to-door religion because:
1) You never know what people may be doing - they may be getting their first good sleep all week. Their baby may finally be down for a nap. They may be sick. They may be dealing with family matters. They may be jobless and in the middle of creating a suddenly inspired resume. They may be in the middle of a movie. You don't just show up uninvited to someone's house. Especially a stranger.
2) They hardly ever stop when you say you're not interested. They've been given sales training, and we know what that's all about - when someone objects, you have a rehearsed comeback. There's a tactic, a gameplan, an agenda. I already KNOW some religions receive this kind of training because Discovery Channel-esque cable shows have done exposes, not to mention the anecdotes of our Mormon friends.
3) I can form my own philosophical opinions, thank you, and I respect others' ability to do the same. I don't feel the need to convert someone to my way of thinking, and I appreciate the same respect from others. I'm an adult with an fully-developed prefrontal cortex, and I am capable of higher reasoning and making complex decisions and weighing out options for myself.

To each his or her own - continue to proselytize if you want, but understand that some people don't want to hear it and if you keep pushing and piss people off, don't bitch when they send you to their loser neighbors!

Saturday, November 6, 2010

Take it back


Of late, two opposing groups have come to light. The first camp includes those who are stamping their feet and pitching a fit about taking their country back. The second camp scoffs, scorns, and laughs at the first, wondering who they want to take their country back from.

I fit into the first group.

I, for one, am pissed off and tired of extremist tyrants from both sides (or additional sides) trying to take over to promote some agenda other than that which our country was nobly based on. So I have an answer to that second elitist, ignorant group who seems to be incorrigibly clueless, lacking a grip on reality.

YES, I'M TRYING TO TAKE MY COUNTRY BACK...

...from those who think it's perfectly OK to nominate a presidential candidate whose past is questioned and yet his records are sealed.
...from those who think that healthcare should be free and that people shouldn't have to actually take responsibility for themselves and their physical condition.
...from those who think it's OK to mandate that every American purchase a product/service, such as health insurance. (Don't bother using the car insurance mandate on me - that's to cover the other poor sap you hit when you're texting on your phone - it's for them, not you. Health insurance is ALL you.)
...from those who think it's OK to pass kids who should be failing
...from those who think it's OK to teach scientific theories as though they were fact.
...from those who don't know how to spell or form thoughts or coherent sentences.
...from those who seek to castrate the US Constitution.
...from those who think the Constitution is a "living breathing document subject to change" and subject to the "present-day interpretations"
...from those who poison, irradiate, pollute, vaccinate, hormonally-enhance, homogenize, manipulate, pasteurize, fluoridate, diminish, or genetically engineer our food/water supply.
...from those who pursue money above all else in the world and would sacrifice friendships, family ties, or time with family and friends to do so.
...from those who impose "zero-tolerance" policies because they're too feeble-minded to consider each case and make reasonable exceptions when it's the logical thing to do.
...from those who think it's perfectly OK to end innocent life - newborns, animals, etc.
...from those who derive pleasure from inflicting pain on any living being.
...from those whose entire religious/spiritual philosophy is to parrot "Jesus Christ is My Lord and Savior".
...from those who impose their atheism upon the rest of us by attempting to outlaw religious or spiritual expression in public venues.
...from people who think it's perfectly OK to take the hard-earned fruits of one's labor to give to another who did not put forth such effort.
...from those to whom others' rights to privacy does not matter.
...from those who cannot control or properly guide their children.
...from those who think they deserve entitlements.
...from those who would sue over something minor at the drop of a hat.
...from those who attempt to re-write history to say something different than what actually happened.
...from those who attempt to change speech to control thought.
...from those who outdatedly think senior citizens are entitled to discounts just because they're old.
...from those who want to turn this country into Europe.
...from those who want someone else to pay for everything.
...from those on the right who continually won't stand up for what they believe in.
...from those who think they should receive preferential treatment because they're of a certain race.
...from those who have no regard for the law or moral code.
...from those who will not work to improve themselves or their quality of life.
...from those who are obsessed with sports.
...from those who are obsessed with celebrities.
...from those who think The Onion is a legitimate news source.
...from those who won't think for themselves.
...from those who want to outsource their perceived obligation to provide charity.
...from those who cannot visualize long term.
...from those who cannot think critically or logically.
...from those who think pharmaceuticals are the answer.
...from those who seek to deceive others, or cover up or spin would-be bad PR.
...from those who actually believe the "better living through chemistry" mantra.
...from those who live and die by the stock market.
...from those who indulge excessively in mind-altering chemicals.
...from those who refuse to own up to their faults or mistakes.
...from those who would actually own a SmartCar or a Mini Cooper....or a Hummer H2 or Escalade, for that matter.
...from those who think it's OK to narrow peoples' choices (healthcare, monopolies, oligopolies, etc)
...from those who think everyone around them should just adjust to, deal with, or put up with THEM.
...from those who seek to abolish certain terms like Founding Fathers from our schools.
...from those who seek to disarm us of our ability to defend ourselves.
...from those who think it takes a village to raise someone's kid.
...from those who detest the south.
...from those who are obsessed with change for the sake of change and scoff at others for being "behind the times".
...from those who think it's OK to murder the innocent but not the guilty.
...from those who want to snoop on your health and financial records...and merge them.
...from those who see nothing wrong with getting everything from China.
...from those whose IQs probably don't top 100.

A year (and a day) in the life of a wheat germophobe

Welp, I made it (not that I have a choice...well, actually you always have a choice, but it the alternatives might not be conducive to prolonged life). Dinner at the 100%-gluten-free Little Aussie Cafe & Bakery was the understandable highlight of the fanfare surrounding this particular little event.

The journey thus far has not been without its ups, downs, and teaching moments. I thought I'd share a couple, because the more I tell my own story or describe my own situation, the more I realize I'm not alone, and the more people I see with relieved looks on their faces as they learn they're not alone either.

(No particular order other than that which they visit my mind.)

1. Going 100% gluten-free is harder than you think. Gluten is EVERYWHERE. Most of the American dietary staples use gluten-containing foods - bread, pasta, pizza, sandwiches, wraps, crepes, cake, cookies, crackers (even soda crackers), hamburgers (bun), spaghetti/lasagna, noodles, soup (as a thickener and in noodles), cereal, turkey stuffing, muffins, salad croutons, pop tarts, pancakes, waffles, flour tortillas, even Kit Kat bars.

There are entire grocery store aisles and restaurant menu sections you have to avoid. Your options are often very limited. What's leftover is yummy, and shopping did just get simpler and more efficient, but sometimes it sucks anyway.

2. Going 100% gluten-free is easier than you think. Often, people ask me, "so what CAN you eat?" More often than not, this question comes from overweight diabetics/pre-diabetics who simply cannot imagine going a day (or even a meal) without some kind of gluten-containing grain (usually wheat) who forgets about the healthy things like fruits, veggies, fish, and lean meats that you CAN still have.

3. It's easy to forget. It's old habit to reach for those chocolate chip cookies. It's easy to--oops--have some of that turkey with stuffing. Or to forget that those mashed potatoes may have been thickened with wheat flour. It's easy to forget (or not even realize) that things like Twinkies and Kit Kat bars, believe it or not, have wheat flour in them. Good thing my grandmother remembered my sister's shellfish allergy and thought to ask me if I had any food allergies because I had forgotten to tell her! (And this gifted lady makes desserts, pies, casseroles--galore! Alas, all with wheat flour. She was especially perplexed as to what to do with me when I came to visit.)

4. I learned to offer up solutions; rather than focusing on what I couldn't eat when describing my diet to people, I briefly listed foods I couldn't eat but then quickly moved on to emphasize a good list of foods I COULD eat. This put things into a much more optimistic perspective.

5. There are yummy substitutes for practically everything. Yes, as long as you're not one of the unlucky souls who cross-react to gluten-free foods, there are lots of gluten-free grains out there that can be ground into flours that mimic wheat flour very well. There are Oreo-like substitutes, chocolate chip cookies, cakes, pancakes, pizza crusts, sandwich bread (look for that which is NOT kept refrigerated/frozen!)

Of course, the object of the game is to get healthier, and ANY type of grain/starch stalls that progress, but sometimes it's important to take baby steps. Going gluten-free is a big enough step and that must be done in one big step (not baby steps), so in order to make things as easy as possible, take everything ELSE in baby steps.

6. This journey is accompanied by many emotional ups and downs. Some days, it's no big deal; I can adopt a care-free take-it-or-leave-it mindset. Other foods are appetizing to me and grains and starches just seem heavy and lethargy-inducing (gluten-free or not). Other days, though, the resentment sets in. You simply want pizza or Mom's chocolate chip cookies or Grandma's apple pie or that yummy-smelling soup at Whole Foods (which all have wheat flour in them), or that Double-Stuff Oreo that's not available in a gluten-free version. Or maybe you're hungry on the interstate and all there is is a McDonald's and you really want a Big Mac. And for a while, life sucks.

7. "But you rarely ate pizza before" is hardly comforting. The difference is (and this is KEY) is that you had a CHOICE before, and now that choice has been made for you...FOREVER. It's not that I ate a shit-ton of Big Macs, Double-Stuffed Oreos or pizza before, but the fact is, *I* could voluntarily make that decision. Now? That decision has been made for me, for the rest of my life. If I "cheat" I'm only irrevocably destroying my nervous system. It's like a recovering alcoholic who can never enjoy a beer with his friends again, unless he wants to lose his wife and kids.

8. Gluten-Flam is not a get-out-of-jail-free card. Gluten-Flam is a wonderful product put out by Apex Energetics and it can be a little lifesaver-in-a-capsule when at risk for a minor gluten exposure. However, taking it does not give you cart blanche to go have a PB&J on whole wheat bread. It's for minor exposures--you know, when you order meat and veggies in a restaurant but they're cooked on the same grill that also toasts buns for hamburgers. Or they use a trace of gluten-derived flavor/spice on that Spanish rice at the Mexican restaurant. THAT'S what Gluten-Flam is for. I learned that the hard way.

9. The hidden sources of gluten are nearly infinite. Lipstick, cigarette filters (I don't smoke OR wear any makeup, but I mention this for those who do). It's in soups, envelop glue, you name it. Wheat flour is often used to dust conveyor belts at food processing companies. Since it's not an official ingredient, these companies aren't required to list it on the label (nor would they think to do so). Result: hidden, undisclosed contamination, and potential reaction. For this reason, eating away from home or eating packaged/processed foods is akin to walking in a minefield. You never know when your best-laid plans will blow up in your face.

10. The best currently-available lab testing measures for a single gene and 2 gliadin subtypes (alpha and beta). There are MANY more of each that these labs can't yet detect, so there are LOTS of false negative results.

11. You simply cannot go through life without reading ingredient labels - unless you're totally awesome and you don't eat food with ingredient labels (i.e. you eat natural, unprocessed whole foods, cooked from scratch--some mentally dense people got confused on why label-free food was awesome when I posted this on Andrew Weil MD's Facebook page.)

12. Gluten-free people get screwed because gluten-free food is a niche market with a relatively inelastic demand. This often translates to small packages of overpriced food. Gluten-free people often can't shop the cheaper bulk bins at stores because of the risk of reaction to cross-contamination. There are lots of small gluten-free food companies trying to get their names out there, but they all offer the same: limited product lines of tiny quantities for lots of money (not to mention shipping, if you order it by mail/internet) with OTHER questionable ingredients. (Recommendation: use gluten-free packaged food as a temporary transition to unprocessed whole foods ONLY. After all, you want to get healthier, right?)

13. Gluten-free doesn't automatically mean safe. You may encounter cross-contamination. You may develop cross-reactions to gluten-free grains/other gluten-free foods. And last but not least, many gluten-free foods still contain neurotoxic flavor enhancers that throw the nervous system into a tizzy that is almost as bad as ingesting gluten. Although those neurotoxins don't usually contain gluten (and can thus be found in foods in the gluten-free aisles at the grocery store), they set off reactions that hit gluten-reactive people especially hard.

14. Gluten-free foods are harder to find. If you live in a rural area with small grocery stores, forget it. Stick to the produce - meat, veggies, fruits....that's about it. You can do some nuts and seeds from the bulk bins IF you wash them thoroughly.

15. Gluten reactions last up to 6 months. That's right - that single salad crouton you accidentally ate can set off chain reactions in your body (immune, endocrine, and nervous systems) that can have devastating effects for 6 months before your body clears them effectively.

16. After going gluten-free, you'll probably find you react to other foods. These reactions aren't new, but your body was too weak from all the gluten assault to react to other foods before. As you relieve your body's stress and your body has a chance to rebuild itself, it now has the energy to launch its attack against other foods you may not have previously realized were a problem. It can be paradoxical; in some respects, as you get better, you can feel worse.

17. More and more restaurants have gluten-free menus! Some are chains and some are local. You simply have to ask. Pei Wei (Asian/Chinese chain), Outback Steakhouse, Paloma Blanca (local Mexican), even Carrabas (!) (Italian chain - incredibly surprising that they'd have a GF menu, considering they're an Italian restaurant), and many more. If you're especially sensitive, don't forget to ask if they cook GF food on a separate, designated grill.

18. If you have to be gluten-free, there's no better time than now. Exploding awareness has spawned dozens of gluten-free food companies, gluten-free menus, gluten-free support groups, gluten-free cookbooks, gluten-free cooking classes, improved lab testing, testing for the genes that lead to gluten-intolerance, increased research on the effects of gluten and the diseases it causes/exacerbates/contributes to, and so much more. With so many people (hundreds every single day) finding out that they can no longer have gluten, you've never been in better company with so many peers in the exact same situation as you. You've never had so much veteran support. No longer is it some mysterious fringe disease that leaves you isolated.

19. Gluten reactivity has proven links to over 200 diseases/conditions (and even more suspected links currently being researched). Included in these links are: ALS (Lou Gehrig's Disease, Hashimoto's (autoimmune thyroid) Disease, Grave's Disease, adult-onset Diabetes Type 1, Pernicious Anemia, Alopecia Areata (patchy hair loss), bipolar disorder, clinical depression, irritability, schizophrenia, vitamin/mineral deficiencies, protein/essential fatty acid deficiencies, joint pain, rheumatoid arthritis, Irritable Bowel Syndrome/Disease, Psoriasis, Crohn's, Ulcerative Colitis, eczema, night vision loss, cerebellar ataxia, motor/muscle weakness, vertigo/dizziness, migraine headaches, increased sensitivity to pain, brain fog, memory loss, chronic fatigue, iron-deficiency anemia, afternoon energy crash, adrenal fatigue, ADD/ADHD, autism spectrum disorders, peripheral neuropathies, and soooo much more. If you have ANY health issue you can't get to the bottom of, or your medical doctor is clueless, or if your chiropractic adjustments pop right back out of place too soon, and you haven't been tested, you need to get tested yesterday and find out once and for all.

As challenging as gluten-free life is, we wouldn't trade it for the world - we're simply thankful we know a HUGE answer to our problem and can prevent any further damage. Most of us suffered mysterious symptoms for years (sometimes decades) and nobody could figure out what was wrong. No one knew what the problem was. Knowing is half the battle. The other half is the day-to-day coping. Adjusting to a 100% GF lifestyle is a longer process than people realize and it has its good days and its bad days, but the overwhelming emotion (for me at least) is gratitude - thank you Universe for showing me what's wrong so I can make a change and get on with the life I am supposed to lead.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Who loves sicky?

I never saw it coming. One minute I was fine; the next minute I was nauseated, and the minute after that I was shooting baskets in the restroom at work.

My first thought was the turkey bacon, but my husband and I had shared it and he was fine, back in his office, happily treating patients (at least it wasn't him that got targeted--he's the sole breadwinner these days).

But no, I'm fairly certain it was the raisins I snacked on after lunch. They had been in my truck for most of the South Texas summer and although they tasted fine, they probably sported some microbial cultures my body had no idea how to handle. It's the only plausible explanation, since it was the only menu difference between my husband and me.

Afterward, I felt much better and thought, great! Just a fluke. Nope. Not once but twice more. I had less of a warning each time, but still made it. The second verse was the same as the first, but the third one had me hands-on demonstrating Dr. Perryman's Ipecac story as told in Pharmacology-Toxicology class. Lived it almost verbatim.

At least it was on a quiet sidestreet with the occasional traffic. I hoped and prayed that no old people would stand there gaping at me, thinking to themselves, "kids these days. Must be drunk or on drugs. Hoodlum youngins'". A prophylactic note to presumptuous old farts (how's that for hypocrisy?): just because someone gets out of their truck to play target practice on a road shoulder with their raisins doesn't mean it's somehow my fault--other than that I shouldn't have eaten raisins with undetectable mold on them. I also prayed no one would stop - the gesture is nice but I can handle myself. I'll be fine.

Fast forward a couple hours. We're home safe, with no further excitement. I'm still achy, weak, and my inner biochemical equilibrium is still fairly unstable. But I'm not flat-out nauseated, and I have simultaneous excuses to belch, camp out on the couch, skip grocery shopping, watch TV, surf the net, and veg the entire evening. Plus, I've kept my sips of water down, and I'm working up the courage to cautiously brave some soup. Wish me luck.