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Monday, June 10, 2013

I'm tired.

I'm tired of having Celiac Disease, pernicious anemia, ichthyosis vulgaris, Hashimoto's thyroiditis, hypercoagulability disorder and the strokes associated with it, osteoporosis, allergic asthma, bipolar disorder and non-alcoholic fatty liver.

I'm tired of always needing to know just exactly how far I am from the nearest bathroom... just in case.  I'm tired of people telling me they "couldn't do it" when they discuss being gluten free.  I'm tired of trying to pretend it doesn't matter to me that I can never have my favorite candy again.  I'm tired of  people who claim to be gluten sensitive or gluten "allergic" and then eat gluten filled items in public. 

I'm tired of companies that make gluten free products assuming that I am also dairy free, nut free and vegan.  I'm tired of people looking at me as though I have two heads when I ask for a gluten free menu or ask for the eggs without the toast.

I'm tired (really, really tired) of calling to inquire about a product that should be naturally gluten free... only to be told that it contains gluten.  Really?  Your peach ice cream contains gluten?  Why the hell would you put gluten in peach ice cream?  I can understand that it is in some chocolate ice creams, in the form of malt.  And in cookie dough ice cream.  I expect it to be there, and don't even glance at the packages.  But peach?  Give me a break.

And most of all, I'm tired of how bitchy I have become.  One of my imaginary internet friends was talking tonight about how wrong it was to claim to be a vegetarian when you sometimes eat meat or use meat in recipes (even if they are for someone else's consumption).  I very nearly responded that it must be damned nice to have the choice about what sort of restricted diet you adopted, and that whining about other people who also have the choice calling what they are eating semi-vegetarian is really petty.

I didn't, of course.  I came here to rant instead.  But I wanted to say it so badly... and I still do.

I don't like myself very much right now.

Maybe tomorrow will be better.