Running around

I just fell asleep nursing. There is nothing more discombombulating than waking up at 11pm after two hours’ sleep. I would very much love to just stay sleeping. But then, I also need to tidy up my parents’ house so that when they walk in here tomorrow, they will see what lovely children they have. Lovely, respectful children.

We had quite the day today.

It started pretty early, as I had a food sensitivity test at 10:30am. We split up: Josh took April to the walk-in clinic, Jess went to H&M and I went to my test at a place called Red Paw Data Systems in Toronto. The morning didn’t start well. The lady at the desk looked at me funnily when I told her who I was.

“Oh no,” She said. It turned out that the regular secretary had taken down my number incorrectly, and long story short, she had filled my appointment with someone else as she hadn’t been able to confirm with me. Fortunately, she recognized their mistake and squeezed me in regardless, although I did end up waiting about half an hour for my appointment.

While I was waiting, I got word from Josh. Apparently, the doctor at the walk-in clinic decided that we could go back to Montreal to get April’s shots. She wasn’t going to do it for us. Bah! So, I asked the kind lady (sister of the owner, helping over the holidays) if I could borrow a phone book. Tracked down another clinic just down the street, as well as a second option around the corner. Called to make sure they would take us with our Quebec medicare. Oh boy.

Then for my testing: surprise surprise, I’m sensitive to all gluten. I also have to lay off of all sugars and sweet (tropical) fruit, as well as the other culprits I already knew about — dairy, yeast, vinegar, tomatoes and other acid fruits. Alcohol. I cannot eat any of the deadly nightshades. That includes potatoes, eggplant, peppers — red, green and yellow, and tomatoes. Caffeine and chocolate. MSG and sulphites. But then who can eat MSG and sulphites?  Red meat and pork, which leaves only chicken, turkey and some fish for me to eat in terms of animal protein. Josh was none too pleased about this. He’s really the one who’s  going to have to adapt the most. Oh, and no mushrooms. Boo! I love mushrooms.

A few lovely things, however. I can eat goat’s cheese and milk every day, if I wish. And sheep’s cheese and yogurt twice a week. I can still eat delicious things like apples and pears and carrots and brown rice and yams and quinoa and millet and amaranth and teff (a grain). And this isn’t forever either. This will be something like the 9th time I’m having my food sensitivities tested, and each time it has changed. I’m sensitive to a whole lot of grains that I’ve never had problems with before. I think that a lot of the foods I shouldn’t be eating are ones that I have been overeating. So the decision has been made. As of January 1st, 2010, I will be gluten-free and eating a rather restrictive diet. We shall see if, hopefully, my psoriatic skins clears up and I start gaining a little more weight. That would be nice. Absorbing nutrients is nice.

Anyhow, after that appointment ended, J and J came to get me and we found the other clinic I had called, and waited our turn to see the doctor. It was wonderful. The other place would have charged us $75 to see the doc, and about $15 for each shot. This place only charged $32 for the appointment, which we can claim back from the Quebec government, and the doctor gave us the shots for nothing. He also told me that we’re crazy to have waited to get her vaccinated until after her heart surgery, but hey, he’s not us.

April made lots of friends at the clinic. There was a remarkable man we met there with an amazing story. Robert has lost his vision as a result of having strokes subsequent to a TV in a greyhound bus falling on his head. He’s on the streets in Toronto, as he can’t get into low-cost housing because he’s blind. There you have it, ladies and gentlemen: a system that surely works for those who need it. You can read his story here, and please do, because it’s a remarkable one. He is a lovely lovely person, down on his luck. I really and truly wish him all the best.

After we were all done at the clinic, we went to the St Lawrence Market and ate delicious peameal bacon sandwiches. April walked around with Auntie Jess and was thoroughly intrigued by the lobsters and other fishes in the tanks. The beets were apparently a hit too. She continues to entertain us. She does this hilarious sideways head thing, only to the right side, where she flings her head, as though looking for another perspective. More babbling and sounds exploration. She has discovered how to make a “k” noise and sounds like she’s trying to cough up a fur ball. This still accompanied by lots of mama and babas.

I’m so tired that I think I have to retire. It’s the last day of the year tomorrow. Boy, has it ever been a big and busy one. It’s looking like 2010 will be even more exciting, if that’s possible.

When I was in Burma a few years ago, an old man at the Shwedagon Pagoda got very excited when I told him my birthday. In fact, he got so excited that he ignored my friend, Ornella, who had initially told him her birth date. Apparently I was going to have a very good and exciting 2008, and 2009 and 2010. I laughed at this, but he insisted that my next few years were going to be remarkable and that I was a very lucky person. Well, here we are, almost in 2010, and I really do think he’s right. I think 2013 was meant to be amazing too. Awesome.

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