Case of the Mondays...
For my diet restriction research study thingy, I had my fourth of six challenge appointments today.
The juice most definitely had glutamate in it today, as it tasted nasty & had an aftertaste that stuck on my tongue (umami).
Apparently, the doses are 3x3 meaning each week has 3 doses of the same type of juice. Therefore, last week must've been the placebo week because it tasted well... palatable.
She said it should taste the same with or without the MSG, and was disappointed that I could tell the difference - but of course, would neither confirm nor deny which juices had what.
So i had my nasty juice, filled out some questionnaires, then she put my in my room where I've chosen to spend my waiting time sleeping.(there's no magazine in the world that will keep me awake in a dark quiet room by myself at 7:30am.) She said "I will come get you at 9." Which is basically what we've done for each of the previous appointments.
She's been letting me go after 1-1.5 hrs. because I seem to have no response to the juice.
So today, when I awoke and saw that the clock said 9:40, fourty minutes late.... I was really pissed off! I checked my phone, then the clock, then the phone again... What a fucking pain! Did she just plain forget?! I really needed that 40 minutes today!
Background: I didn't get back from Corvallis last night until after 11, I didn't have time for a shower, which I was going to do in that 40 minutes before I had to report to work. So I could show off my new haircut when it was clean and beautiful. Instead I ended up not getting home till 10am and had to go straight to work gross and greasy, and not to mention pissed off to the point of having to restrain my punch-the-wall instinct, instead chosing to bite a hole my folded food diary. /Background
I tore out of my little room, and rushed to her office and was like: what the hell? You told me you'd wake me up at 9!? I really had to go at 9!
She was like "well I checked on you at 9 and you were asleep. I needed you to stay to see if you had a reaction. We usually want people to stay for 2 hours..." Only she didn't tell me that TODAY was the day she was going to stick to the original schedule, and keep me here for that extra time without telling me, as opposed to the last few appts. where I left after 1.5 hrs. Besides I'm still not reacting to the glutamate. She asked "So how do you feel?" and I was like "Well besides being really pissed off and rushed, I feel fine."
of course, tomorrow and wednesday don't matter much because I won't be trying to squeeze in a shower before work, so whatever. But today, was a shitty day to change the rules.
So today I came into work late, itchy and dirty, with courderoy lines on my face, and quite goddamned cranky.
Besides that my cells are dying. Not what I wanted to find out first thing on a bad morning.
*huff*
I'm going to take an extra long lunch break and take a hot shower to try to unwind my nerves.
The juice most definitely had glutamate in it today, as it tasted nasty & had an aftertaste that stuck on my tongue (umami).
Apparently, the doses are 3x3 meaning each week has 3 doses of the same type of juice. Therefore, last week must've been the placebo week because it tasted well... palatable.
She said it should taste the same with or without the MSG, and was disappointed that I could tell the difference - but of course, would neither confirm nor deny which juices had what.
So i had my nasty juice, filled out some questionnaires, then she put my in my room where I've chosen to spend my waiting time sleeping.(there's no magazine in the world that will keep me awake in a dark quiet room by myself at 7:30am.) She said "I will come get you at 9." Which is basically what we've done for each of the previous appointments.
She's been letting me go after 1-1.5 hrs. because I seem to have no response to the juice.
So today, when I awoke and saw that the clock said 9:40, fourty minutes late.... I was really pissed off! I checked my phone, then the clock, then the phone again... What a fucking pain! Did she just plain forget?! I really needed that 40 minutes today!
Background: I didn't get back from Corvallis last night until after 11, I didn't have time for a shower, which I was going to do in that 40 minutes before I had to report to work. So I could show off my new haircut when it was clean and beautiful. Instead I ended up not getting home till 10am and had to go straight to work gross and greasy, and not to mention pissed off to the point of having to restrain my punch-the-wall instinct, instead chosing to bite a hole my folded food diary. /Background
I tore out of my little room, and rushed to her office and was like: what the hell? You told me you'd wake me up at 9!? I really had to go at 9!
She was like "well I checked on you at 9 and you were asleep. I needed you to stay to see if you had a reaction. We usually want people to stay for 2 hours..." Only she didn't tell me that TODAY was the day she was going to stick to the original schedule, and keep me here for that extra time without telling me, as opposed to the last few appts. where I left after 1.5 hrs. Besides I'm still not reacting to the glutamate. She asked "So how do you feel?" and I was like "Well besides being really pissed off and rushed, I feel fine."
of course, tomorrow and wednesday don't matter much because I won't be trying to squeeze in a shower before work, so whatever. But today, was a shitty day to change the rules.
So today I came into work late, itchy and dirty, with courderoy lines on my face, and quite goddamned cranky.
Besides that my cells are dying. Not what I wanted to find out first thing on a bad morning.
*huff*
I'm going to take an extra long lunch break and take a hot shower to try to unwind my nerves.