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It's maddening, not being able to sleep. Tonight would be such a great night to get some sleep, on account of I don't have to work until 3:30 tomorrow. I could wake up tomorrow morning at a reasonable hour, feeling rested, and accomplish a few things with my day. I'd go to the bank, empty the dishwasher, prep the back garden for the clematis vine that's waiting to go in the ground (I love climbing vines!) Instead, at this rate, i'm going to sleep until the last possible second and have to race out of the house.
I got glutened on Sunday. Spent yesterday in bed as a result. Two of my aunts and a cousin of mine see a specialist who has agreed to see me as well, and in the meantime she's agreed to treat me by proxy and over the telephone, so as of today I'm on a holistic gut-healing regimen. I take two powders, mixed into water. Glutagenics tastes like salty licorice and looks like muddy water. Endefen has aloe vera juice and a bunch of other stuff in it, and tastes faintly of cinnamon. The texture is really tough though: imagine a cross between fine sawdust and sand. Also I take a probiotic twice daily. One of the supplements is used to line my digestive tract in an attempt to allow it to heal. If I can get all the ulcers to heal, my body won't totally shut down if the slightest cross-contamination occurs. I'm never going to be able to eat gluten, but I should be able to someday tolerate getting accidentally exposed. I'm going to try really hard to stick with this regimen. The supplements are expensive and I don't want to waste money on them, but they are effing disgusting. I think i'll try blending them with a banana and some juice in the morning, or maybe asking this lady if I can put the powder into capsules and swallow it that way.
A parent of one of the kids I nanny for takes total advantage of me, and I'm not able to tolerate it for much longer. My time means nothing, always pushing for more hours, trying to milk every last second out of me. Constantly late. Not cool. Very little regard for the fact that I have my own life or wants or needs.
I have to pee. I hate having to pee. I put off actually getting up and going to the bathroom because it's such a hassle. If we could add up all of the time we spend in the bathroom each year, we'd have a lot of bonus time to do something more worthwhile with.
I got glutened on Sunday. Spent yesterday in bed as a result. Two of my aunts and a cousin of mine see a specialist who has agreed to see me as well, and in the meantime she's agreed to treat me by proxy and over the telephone, so as of today I'm on a holistic gut-healing regimen. I take two powders, mixed into water. Glutagenics tastes like salty licorice and looks like muddy water. Endefen has aloe vera juice and a bunch of other stuff in it, and tastes faintly of cinnamon. The texture is really tough though: imagine a cross between fine sawdust and sand. Also I take a probiotic twice daily. One of the supplements is used to line my digestive tract in an attempt to allow it to heal. If I can get all the ulcers to heal, my body won't totally shut down if the slightest cross-contamination occurs. I'm never going to be able to eat gluten, but I should be able to someday tolerate getting accidentally exposed. I'm going to try really hard to stick with this regimen. The supplements are expensive and I don't want to waste money on them, but they are effing disgusting. I think i'll try blending them with a banana and some juice in the morning, or maybe asking this lady if I can put the powder into capsules and swallow it that way.
A parent of one of the kids I nanny for takes total advantage of me, and I'm not able to tolerate it for much longer. My time means nothing, always pushing for more hours, trying to milk every last second out of me. Constantly late. Not cool. Very little regard for the fact that I have my own life or wants or needs.
I have to pee. I hate having to pee. I put off actually getting up and going to the bathroom because it's such a hassle. If we could add up all of the time we spend in the bathroom each year, we'd have a lot of bonus time to do something more worthwhile with.