Ugh… on Tuesday night The Deistette and I were doing the evening ritual of figuring out something for dinner. It’s been hard lately since my brother and I destroyed the kitchen (a post on that coming soon).
The Deistette decides she’ll just use some left over rotisserie chicken and make a salad for herself. I can have a sandwich and add a little nutrition with some lettuce. The boy can have left over chicken and fried rice. Tah dahhh!… another dinner crisis averted.
About an hour later, Emmie started to feel a little clammy and nauseated. Not 30 seconds after she told me she was feeling bad did she lose it. I get really nervous when she hurls her food. She is so tiny that she needs to keep every ounce in her that she can. But she doesn’t have a gallbladder so she can only intake so much fat, she has celiac disease (she has to eat gluten-free) and on top of those two things is allergic to a few foods.
Anyway, so she feels better after her little episode and we try to figure out why it happened. We have no idea since nothing was wrong with me. Well about 5:30 in the morning Continue reading