When your illness is being managed well you get complacent. Cocky. You do stuff that, when your illness isn’t well managed, you wouldn’t even consider because you think there will be no consequences. I did that yesterday.
I’ve put quite a bit of weight on in the last couple of years and am over 9stone (126lbs/57kg) for the first time in my life. I’m not eating or exercising any differently, it’s just middle age spread due to menopause and my metabolism slowing down. I have my main meal at lunchtime because if I eat a large meal in the evening when I’m in bed it makes my reflux so much worse, then I have a sandwich or soup or whatever at night. So I thought I’d swap my evening food for a Slimfast shake for a couple of months to see if I could shed a few pounds. Big mistake.
All Slimfast basically consists of is vitamins, minerals and sweetener to which you add milk (which I tolerate well) to make a shake. Perfectly innocuous right? My mast cells didn’t think so and after only 3 mouthfuls had a complete hissy fit. I’d forgotten how scary anaphylactic reactions are and how crap they make me feel 😟.
I’d already had a reaction to a new food this week, though it wasn’t the same type of reaction. I bought a plain scone from Tesco, the ingredients of which shouldn’t have bothered me (I buy the Finest range wherever possible as they contain so much less additives etc.). But they did. My throat and tongue were prickly, tingly and itchy and my lips went slightly puffy. I get the same thing if I eat anything with apples in, or the strawberry flavoured jam used in commercial doughnuts and biscuits.
Note to self: stick to what you know, even if you are so sick of eating the same old shit you want to scream.
Wednesday evening was our weekly zoom meeting at camera club. It was our annual competition and I swept the board. I should have been delighted but all I felt was fear. After I started winning everything at my last club there was a lot of jealousy which turned into outright nastiness in some quarters and I do hope that doesn’t happen again. I did get 4 lovely messages of congratulations, though, so at least some of the club members don’t hold my success against me.
I’ve succeeded in weaning my disabled friend off my help with his online grocery shopping and he had his first Tesco delivery this week. He needed quite a bit of help sorting it out, which I don’t mind – I was confused.com when I first started online grocery shopping and it will take a few weeks for him to get the hang. It felt fantastic to shed at least one of the huge responsibilities I’ve shouldered for the past 4 months.
Despite my warnings of infection and death my Dad is determined to go to the shops now lockdown is over, even though there is nothing he needs which is urgent or which I can’t get him. So I’ve ordered him some masks to wear. Initially I couldn’t get him to put one on, but when he saw a few other people using them he reluctantly agreed. Why doesn’t he realize that at 80 years old he is more at risk than all the young people he sees out and about, and even if he got Covid and didn’t get sick he risks passing it on to my Mum who would die?!
As I’ve been getting a lot of migraines recently I decided to try a new pillow in bed. I’ve gone for a memory foam for side sleepers which is supposed to be temperature regulating as I do get boiling hot in bed these days, and I tried it for the first time last night. It felt very hard compared to my soft duck feather & down pillow and although it supported my head and neck well my back complained a bit as it was at a steeper angle. The jury is out and I’ll just have to see how things go over the next week or so.
Today is Father’s Day and I’m taking my parents for a car picnic as it’s going to rain most of the day. I feel absolutely knackered this morning and all I want to do is stop in bed all day and rest, however I’ll slap my usual smile on and try and ensure my Dad has a nice time because even though my parents drive me to distraction I know how lucky I am to still have them.
Stay safe my friends x