>> Thursday, April 28, 2011 – allergy testing, biopsy, diagnosis, eosinophilic esophagitis, food alleries, Nutella, sleep deprived, superfluous letters
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Eosinophilic Esophagitis. Try saying THAT three times real fast. I have. I have rolled the words around on my tongue so much that I can now say it without stumbling over any of the syllables or looking up and to the left (which apparently I do when I am trying to recall something).
You see, I had a biopsy recently. (If this is all news to you, and if you actually care, you can get some back-story here.) Well, I got the results back on Tuesday. Eosinophilic Esophagitis. As far as I can figure (with pathetically little input from my dunderhead of a specialist, whom I expect to be replacing very soon), there are food allergies involved. Which means that, in addition to the gluten free aspect of the recipes you find here, my contributions may soon be even more...allergy friendly. I have a meeting scheduled with an allergist/immunologist in two weeks, and then there will be more testing, then I will have (knock on wood) some more answers.
Don't worry...we will still be providing all kinds of seasonal, gluten free recipes. In fact, you should be more concerned about the fact that I have somehow broken a button on my computer. It is stuck down, and I can't get it to pop back up. I want to tell you which one but, since I can't utilize that button, the best I can do is to hint that it resides snugly between the "H" button and the "K" button. The fact that I have typed this entire post without really noticing that this button is no longer available for use makes me realize that, perhaps, it is a superfluous letter...
No, wait. That isn't true. I changed my mind. It is NOT a wasted letter. I only now realized that, without that particular letter, I cannot lament the unspeakable in_ustice of someone who adores food being faced with the possibility of having to cut even MORE foods from her life.
So, until I know for certain what my new eating regime will consist of, I plan on eating any and everything that I can get my hands on. I think that this is the only feasible way of mourning the potential loss of some of my foodie passions. I am sure that there are psychological ramifications to receiving a diagnosis that will affect my eating habits for the rest of my life. It is to be expected. Well, either that or I am a huge glutton. No telling. But for now, I will scrape the last bit of Nutella from the __ar, eat is straight off the spoon, and head off to bed.