2012 was a wild and crazy ride… mostly consisting of me being sick, moving, new job, working every day, getting sick again, and then a breakup with the “Best Boyfriend in the World.” There were many good things that happened too:
Today, I am flying to So. Cal. to be with family and friends for the weekend. Christmas is next Tuesday, when I’ll be flying home to my personal family of fur-children. Aside from this trip, I really don’t have a lot to be anxious about. I’m already loaded on Starbucks’ Peppermint Mocha Latte with four packs of Sugar in the Raw, and a whole bunch of vanilla and cinnamon shakes too. Some days I feel a little ADD, caffeine in these lattes tend to calm my anxiety down a little. It’s like having a boyfriend tell me to stop freaking out: in liquid deliciousness.
Okay, I smell it… Blimpie (sub shop) is right next to me, and I smell the bread. I want the bread. I want a pepperoni and pineapple pizza with all kinds of cheese on it. I will be dreaming of this until I get my next Starbucks beverage.
While I’ve been waiting for this first flight, I’ve been surrounded by Army and Air Force men and women. I’m amazed at how young they are. Most are my age, but some seem so young and I kinda want to teach them about life: It’s hard, it’s easier to be in an institution like the Military or in Education than it is to survive in the business world.
The business world is where I am most happy, but I think it’s the vast and varying things I have done in it that intrigue me the most. I have been able to learn so much, from so many industries, and I love that. However, it has not been easy, until recently. I have been teased my whole life: from family, schoolmates, teachers, employers and coworkers. It’s been because of my stuttering, my looks, my personality, my age, and finally: my body’s inability to accept food. Since my condition has finally fallen into it being an ADA compliance issue, I have finally been accepted at work with open arms. Sometimes, coworkers, that I don’t regularly interact with, have come to accept and ask me about my food allergy condition. I don’t mind that it seems like “pity okay-ness” with my food issues. I think of it as awareness and hopefully someone else who has a food allergy will realize it too.
I remember the days when I was in love with Trace Adkins for his super sexy voice, but have remained a fan of his for his commitment to his daughter’s food allergies. I’m not sure what kind of allergies they have (my guess is severe anaphylaxis), but his passion for protecting them from allergens in food is really my inspiration for this life. I wish more people (Americans) would be concerned about what they consume as much as what they put in their vehicles, on their furniture, and give to their dogs. One of my weekend jobs is a vitamin-based energy, antioxidant, and electrolyte drink. I am always amazed at how many mothers are concerned more about how they will react to it, than how their children will. I guess it’s like one of those “pick your battles” issues, but really, I sometimes think they are lazy and careless.
Texas, and San Antonio especially, is unique. When I used to go to a local breakfast taco place, I would always ask if there was meat in something on the menu. The answer was typically: “no, it’s chicken,” “no, it’s just pork,” or “no, it’s just beef.” I like to joke about this with my veggie friend out here because only she really understands. Anyway, if they don’t know what meat is, how do you think they react when I ask about gluten? And corn?! It does keep things interesting, but at the cost of me getting sick, humiliated, or just looked at weird. I still love food, I just can’t eat it.
Well, the Hashi is kicking in… I’m freezing like a popsicle and gotta run to, you know where.
Well, it’s been a couple more birthday’s since I last wrote. A few more jobs, two more city moves, and two moves within one of those cities, so far. In addition to that, I finally have a medical diagnosis for my food issues: Celiac and Hashimoto’s.