Kaycee's Blog

Interesting day to say the least.

Celiac.com Sponsor (A13):
Morning same as usual at work.

Was told by an informed man this morning, that a woman needs one man who can do many things, yet a man needs many women who can do one thing. Is it true? I always thought that a way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. He did not quite agree with me there, maybe I have got it all wrong.

So roll on this afternoon, we had the kind of afternoon that nightmares are made from. We had those dreaded nit checks that our school has decided to go with. It seems to work really well, the children don’t really mind, but it still sends shivers down my spine. Enough on that, not my favourite topic. Give me a discussion about diarrhoea any day.

Then I had to cover for a friend who could not do the after school care, due to her being sick. This meant I had to miss the Tupperware party that was being held in the staffroom. At best I saved myself some money. The kids are quite good at after school. A few know I have problems with gluten, I explained it as flour, and are forever asking me if I can eat this or that. For a while there they all wanted my rice crackers, but a couple thought they were tasteless. Of course they would be, they were the plain ones. No msg for this kiddo.

So it was a late night home and just a quick tea. Beans on toast for me.

Why is it that people think I have a problem with temptation? I said I handled the morning tea yesterday better than I thought, and Eileen piped up and said. “Was that because you weren’t tempted?” So I tried to explain, that I would never deliberately eat gluten, so I am not tempted, and that is not the problem. The problem is more that I feel out of the loop. Looking in from the outside. Everybody is getting treated but not me. Food is still quite emotional, especially in a social situation when there are lots of good yummy things, and I can’t have any. Not because I want, but probably cause I can’t have. I can work myself up in a tiz, just thinking about an upcoming event. I didn’t think I was very stressed before diagnosis, but I am discovering stress now, and it is quite foreign.

Foreign? Maybe not. I remember years ago, when I was just a little kid having night

terrors. I would wake up screaming, wouldn’t have a clue why. But I can remember the all consuming panic that took over me. I grew out of that, and my last panic attack was probably when I was nearly 20 and I remember getting myself into a state. Has anybody else suffered night terrors?

Well it is late here, and it is Friday tomorrow, and my library books will be overdue, as I was meant to read them, and not spend all night on the computer.

Nite nite.