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Sunday morning, about three a.m., I woke in pain. I don't think I got much more sleep that night. The whole thing was shunted aside by Scott being dreadfully ill (not a way to have a good Father's Day) due to our dinner out the night before. We now officially have no restaurants that are safe for both Scott and Cordelia.
My pain continued, in spite of medication. We went to Scott's sister's place for dinner. Usually, Scott would have played golf with his father, brother-in-law, nephew and brother-in-law's father, but he was too sick to manage that. He's still a little upset over missing the tradition. He only golfs once or twice a year, always with his father, and he feels like he's let his Dad down.
Monday, I went to the doctor. My pcp was away at a conference, so I saw a doctor I'd not seen before. I expected him to tell me that it was just more fibromyalgia pain, but he poked and prodded and said it's probably gall bladder. I have an ultrasound scheduled for Monday (which, sadly, interferes with Scott's chance to golf with his father then) to see if there are stones.
Scott offered to cancel our Origins trip when he realized just how much pain I was experiencing. I told him no. I figured that I'd be in pain no matter where I was and that he and Cordelia might as well have fun. Packing was challenging, and the drive down was miserable. The pain has decreased, though. Right now, I'm just dealing with side effects from the pain killers (Ultram causes constipation. This is more painful than expected when all the muscles in my torso feel like they've been pulled).
I managed one event yesterday. I have two scheduled for today but have already decided that I'm blowing one of them off. I'm not up to two hours on my feet, and it's by the same folks who ran yesterday's event which wasn't awful but wasn't really good either. I expect more preparation from a LARP than these folks did.
I haven't decided yet whether I'll spend those two hours in the hotel room, trying to recover, or spend them in the Dealers' Room, shopping. Both have some appeal. The former has the charm of not setting off my anxiety, but the latter appeals because this is my best opportunity. I'll have time on Saturday, but I'll also have responsibility for Cordelia then.
I suppose I'll see.
My pain continued, in spite of medication. We went to Scott's sister's place for dinner. Usually, Scott would have played golf with his father, brother-in-law, nephew and brother-in-law's father, but he was too sick to manage that. He's still a little upset over missing the tradition. He only golfs once or twice a year, always with his father, and he feels like he's let his Dad down.
Monday, I went to the doctor. My pcp was away at a conference, so I saw a doctor I'd not seen before. I expected him to tell me that it was just more fibromyalgia pain, but he poked and prodded and said it's probably gall bladder. I have an ultrasound scheduled for Monday (which, sadly, interferes with Scott's chance to golf with his father then) to see if there are stones.
Scott offered to cancel our Origins trip when he realized just how much pain I was experiencing. I told him no. I figured that I'd be in pain no matter where I was and that he and Cordelia might as well have fun. Packing was challenging, and the drive down was miserable. The pain has decreased, though. Right now, I'm just dealing with side effects from the pain killers (Ultram causes constipation. This is more painful than expected when all the muscles in my torso feel like they've been pulled).
I managed one event yesterday. I have two scheduled for today but have already decided that I'm blowing one of them off. I'm not up to two hours on my feet, and it's by the same folks who ran yesterday's event which wasn't awful but wasn't really good either. I expect more preparation from a LARP than these folks did.
I haven't decided yet whether I'll spend those two hours in the hotel room, trying to recover, or spend them in the Dealers' Room, shopping. Both have some appeal. The former has the charm of not setting off my anxiety, but the latter appeals because this is my best opportunity. I'll have time on Saturday, but I'll also have responsibility for Cordelia then.
I suppose I'll see.
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The thing I've noticed at Seva is that, as one goes to the vegan options (for avoiding dairy and eggs), one hits more nuts and soy. It's a tapdance in a minefield. There's probably a safe option on the menu, but it may or may not be an appealing option.
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If it's not too nosy a question, I am curious what foods your family usually eats for protein. Maybe that will give some more restaurant ideas.
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For a while, I was making that spinach bean soup a lot, but Cordelia has taken against it for no reason I can fathom. Then again, she's taken against most everything I serve. She eats a lot of hotdogs.
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I think taking against all foods except hotdogs is pretty normal at Cordelia's age. Interestingly, one time I was at a 4H meeting at my kids' school. The icebreaker question was for each kid to say what their favorite food was. I noticed that up to about the end of elementary school, all of the kids picked traditional kid favorites, like hot dogs and french fries. But suddenly at about middle school age, the kids all named favorite foods like sushi and Indian food and generally much more interesting and complicated foods like that. This gives me hope that kids naturally broaden their tastes at about that age.
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The hard part about restaurants is the way that soy sneaks into everything invisibly. We can't tell it's there (or if it isn't). Most restaurants won't promise that anything is soy-free.
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Basically, Cordelia could have eggs and nuts, at least in theory, and I could have soy and dairy. Scott can have any of them. It's trying to keep all of us safe that's hard.