Underneath my yellow skin

Running out of patience

I’ve had enough with the sickness, but it has not had enough of me. Last night, I ate something that hit me hard. I’m pretty sure I know what it is as the symptoms came within minutes of finishing something, and it does not have wheat/gluten or dairy in it. You know what that means? It means there is something else I’m allergic/sensitive/intolerant to, and I have to do some more fact finding. I think you can guess how happy I am about that. I’ve had issues before, and I’m tired of it. That means I have to figure out the other thing that makes me shit my brain out*. It happened five minutes after eating this thing (not naming it because it’s not the fault of the product, which was actually tasty), and then I was running to the bathroom every fifteen/twenty minutes for the rest of the evening.

TMI, but the whole post probably is. It’s the kind of thing where you have to run to the bathroom and pray you’ll make it in time. My stomach is fine, fine, fine, and then GOTTA RUN NOW! Shadow did not appreciate that as he was on my legs the first time it happened. I didn’t shove him off exactly, but I moved my legs with quickness. He was not pleased, and he let me know about it, but I had roughly ten seconds to make it to the toilet, so I paid him no mind.

Side Note: I was describing the symptoms to my mother while she was here, and she said it might be her issue as well. She’s been having similar problems, and she decided to try to go dairy free/gluten free as well. I told her she could try my dairy-free cheese and cashew milk. She complained that they did not taste like the real thing, and I patiently explained to her that they wouldn’t. She had to not think of them as substitutes but as their own thing. After one day, she gave up because it was too hard.

Side Note II: My father has the opposite problem (constipation). As he was listening to my mother and I discuss our problems, he said, “I know this sounds strange, but I wish I had your problem.” I didn’t explain to him why he should not say that to someone, but I certainly thought it. I had heard similar things when I was anorexic/bulimic, and it always made me feel worse. Like, I’m dealing with this really difficult thing, and you so blithely make a joke about it? No thank you. I didn’t demur with my father, however, because I knew it wouldn’t make a difference.

Side Note III: It’s really interesting how invested Americans are in the idea of faaaaaaamily. I was explaining something about my father to someone, and they were saying, “Oh, maybe he’s trying to be sympathetic in a really awkward way”, and I said, “No, he’s just a narcissist.” The uncomfortable silence was palpable, and I swiftly changed the subject.

What was I talking about? Oh, right. My dodgy stomach. Hey, I watch a bunch of British YouTubers, so I’ve absorbed some of their lingo.


Side Note IV: The Eurogamer video team right now consists of one dude and two women. They all have a natural chemistry, and I am struck every time I see Zoe and Aoife (the two women) together how rare it is in the gaming world to see two women by themselves in a gaming video. I like them together, but I would probably watch them even if I didn’t because it’s that rare. Which is sad to say in 2019.

Anyway, back to my squidgy tummy. Yuck. I hate the word tummy and don’t know why I used it. British influence again. Anyway, It’s pretty dispiriting to realize that there’s yet something else I’m allergic/sensitive/intolerant to. Looking at the list of ingredients, it could be soybeans, sesame seeds, pear juice, or several other things. I know what I have to do, but I simply do not want to do it. I have to try the Food Map diet (FODMAP), which will be a pain in the ass. On the other hand, what I’m dealing with right now is a literal pain in the ass.

Bleah.

I’m done. I give you an Erasure video featuring an oiled up bronzed Jason Statham twerking. You’re welcome.

 

 

*Sorry. That’s what happening, though.

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