update! wherein you read MORE about my problems!

i am super happy about the whole gluten kibosh. i really feel like a fog has been lifted. i feel so clear. the only bad thing is that i'm terrified of slipping up. cross-contamination is a bitch. at the beginning i went to boston market because i was super sick, nothing would stay in meh tummah. i needed mashed potatoes. internet said, "boston market has gluten-free mashed potatoes." and i said, "thanks internet, i'll go there!"

so, i did. i asked them, just to make sure, if the potatoes had any wheat products in them. the manager actually printed a gluten-free menu for me. she was very nice, knew exactly what i was talking about, etc. and it was yummy. for meh tummah.

i went back, too comfortable with my b to the m buddies. it was busy. the lady taking orders was not paying attention. i said, "no corn bread, please. i'm allergic to wheat." i pulled up to the window. she said, "there's a roll on here are you going to throw it at me?" i should have sent it back. but i didn't and i learned that lesson.

i hate having to explain over and over. i hate having to worry about someone using the same tongs. or the same scoop. or the same bowl. (did you know that restaurants mix salads in the same bowl many times and if mine is mixed in it ... i get crouton crumbs? well, they do.) this is whiny and blecky but it just is so sucky.

i like to go with the flow. i don't like inconveniencing people. i can feel the internal eye rolls. chuck said to me after i told him that no, i would not put his pizza on a plate while he was standing right there because i was eating and if i did that then i would have to put my food down, put his pizza on the plate (that i took out of the cupboard) and then wash my hands before i could pick up my food again, "it's all in your head." i threw my muffin (gluten-free!) on the counter and ceased all communication. then i get, "i was only kidding" from the kitchen. "kidding!!? do you think i like this? do you think this is fun? do you think i love watching you eat pizza????" "no." "you need to be more supportive! this sucks! this is just awful!" "i'm sorry. i didn't mean to say that." "well, ya did."

to be fair, when we were ordering the pizza, he did say, "no, we can't get pizza. you can't eat that! what will you have for dinner?"

ps my very creative title "update" made me remember my "friend" "chadika." yeah, you can catch up here, here, and possibly here. well, she "got" a puppy. i fucking hate her. she couldn't pay for dodger. nope. but now she can have a new fucking puppy! i texted chuck: she got a fucking puppy! he wrote back: what a whore idiot (whore would have been funnier).

then i deleted her ass off facebook! that's right! and i blocked her huge ass! (by the by i thought it was hilarious that facebook has a disclaimer saying something along the lines of, "blocking someone on facebook does not, in fact, block you from seeing them should you run across them whilst grocery shopping.*")

then i called my mom and said: "she got a fucking puppy". she gasped. holy lord, i didn't think i could i hate her even more. i have day dreams about stealing her animals away from her. making it look like they ran away or something. sadly i cannot. her tiny children would cry and i can't let that happen.

*they may not have said "grocery store"