These last two days have been less than great. I'm sure that's not the thing you want to read on a bleary Monday morning but oh well, this is my life. My arms have swelled up nicely due to the toxins lingering underneath the skin creating hard bumps and are sweltering to the touch. It makes for a very unrestful sleep. Not only that, they itch like hell and that only aggravates it more so. I've resorted to wearing 3/4 or long sleeves as to not scare away people on the street and upon request, I expose the horror for people to see.

So I've had 2 days to finally let things sink in. The reality of the situation. The enormity of the task upon which I'm to take on. I went over the lists of foods I cannot eat and I can say that even Jenny Craig couldn't handle something like this. But what is a girl to do except try. I reread all the literature of the foods I cannot feast on and that only makes me want it more so. But if this is going to make me feel better and symptom free -- then I'm all for it. This doesn't mean it will exactly cure me but having no symptoms is good enough for me.

The treatment is a 2 part process. Part 1 are the weekly shots that will build up my immune system to the allergens by injecting the very same allergens into my body. These are the inhalants such as the pollen, mold, animal dander, dust, etc. Part 2 is eliminating the foods I'm allergic to. Now think about this people, it's the food itself and all derivatives and forms of the food. So when I say corn, I mean no corn syrup, corn starch, corn flour, corn oil, corn anything. Now think about what I have to do for the other four items I'm eliminating. It's a gargantuan task to take on.

So I'm making a list and checking it twice. Then I'm heading to Trader Joes for some real "natural" 100% pure foods. *sigh* Not only is it tough to eat on a restricted diet but also expensive. No wonder so many people are overweight in America, it's so much cheaper and faster to eat unhealthy foods than it is stuff that's good for you.

Fuckin-a. I should stop whining my ass off and just deal with it. Don't worry, I'm trying. I just needed to vent that's all. I don't know about the rest of you but I'm expecting to be XX pounds less with my skin to be crystal clear and glowing.

Shit, at least let me dream a little.

...

On Saturday night, I convinced myself to go out with my girlfriends, J & S. I thought that getting out and having a good meal would do me some good. And it did naturally. J and I were to meet up at S's house and I pulled up to the curb to see J coming up behind me. I also noticed, as J passed me to park, two guys in a BMW right behind her.

Something's not quite right.

The two guys eyed me in my car as they passed me and parked in a slanted fashion in the middle of the street....waiting for J to get out of her car. My first reaction was:

1. J cut off these guys and now they're all pissed off and want to have a word with her.

or

2. These guys want J's number (which is not surprising at all since J is really attractive).

or

3. Maybe she knows these guys from somewhere.

J didn't get out of her car because she was on the phone (which I didn't see) and so I assumed she was probably scared that these guys were waiting for her. So I got out of my car, thinking I'll protect her and walked to her car. She gets out of the car thinking these guys are my friends, I think it's her friend, we all think it may be S's friends. S opens the door at the exact moment we get out of the car and all three of us look at each other thinking it's the other one's friends. Obviously, we don't know any guys lame enough to follow women to their houses.

So it turns out that these guys DID actually follow J to S's house but all they did was sit on their fat asses in the BMW. Their windows were rolled down and they were leaning out but they didn't say a thing to J, nor any of us. I mean, if you have enough balls to follow a girl somewhere, then you should be man enough to at least say something. Make a comment as to why you're here. Do you want her number (not that she would give it to you)? Do you want a date? I mean, what do you want?? At least open your damn mouth.

Maybe they thought we were going to be all chummy and sidle up to the car and ooze in their hands? Shit, we took one glance and went into S's house. It's the smartest and safest thing to do afterall since who knows what these guys wanted. Of course, maybe they didn't say a thing because who knows what kind of girls we were since I could have whipped out a nice butcher knife and chopped their tiny testicles into hors d'eourves.

Have a chipper Monday. And welcome back to America Ms. X.

I'm out.

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