Pitty potty, bowl of one – your seat is ready! Awe, crap.
I did it again. I figuratively busted ass for a 24 hour later return to hell. By the time I had showered Friday afternoon, I didn’t feel like moving. I couldn’t get a straight answer out of manchild as to when he wanted my company. I was operating under the assumption that his spawners would be spending the weekend out at the other house, but only if I was in suburban hell to look after him. This is what I was told when I left Thursday.
Friday night, they were still here. They were going to leave first thing in the morning Saturday until Harpy picked a fight with FIL over something completely stupid. They didn’t leave until 2pm Saturday, then were back by 5 to take us to dinner at his grandmother’s house. There’s a reason I feed myself. That which is safe for my consumption is not offered by normal eaters.
I made a mountain out of mashed potatoes and peas, then had a tiny serving of chicken noodles. I skipped the salad, rolls, and dessert (cake or pie). I didn’t want to skip the cake, but I also didn’t want to push my luck with the glutenous goodies. It was very recently that I decided to try a wheat-free and mostly grain-free diet in earnest and found that my gut is much less angry this way.
The only problem is any amount of wheat seems to be too much. Potatoes are okay, except for being rich in K+ (not good when one has severe renal insufficiency), which isn’t a problem if I’m blowing it out of my chute 15 times a day. Peas are a big NO, but it’s fun to chase them around the plate. Being wheat-free means fewer blowouts, which means a bigger risk of cardiac arrhythmia from hyperkalemia if I’m not careful. Since starting dialysis, it hasn’t been a problem but the potential is there. Particularly if I decide dialysis is optional rather than a necessity. It does happen from time to time because I’m a noncompliant idiot. Anyhoo, since I ate noodles that would surely make me doubly doodie, I decided it was safe to eat potato mountain. Maybe I willed it to happen or maybe I just know what’s going to make my innards do backflips. Hello toilet, my old friend.
Much of earrrly Sunday morning, afternoon and evening were spent purging the poison in my bowels. Thank goodness for predictability, eh?
Today is Halloween. Happy Halloween! I shall be spending the day in bed because today my BRAIN feels as though it has been poisoned. Remember, all Halloween candy goes on sale tomorrow and whatever’s left the next week will be at least 75% off! I’m excited.