Titles Are Overated
January 8, 2008
I have a post up over at Work It, Mom. I give the recipe for the Italian sausage soup that I served on Christmas. The relatives all took some home that is how good it was.
I also wrote about how much I love my bread maker. I really miss eating fresh baked bread. Sandwichh bread from the store, eh, I can live fine without it. But warm home made bread?
Gluten free bread just isn’t the same. No, it isn’t.
I have an appointment with my allergist tomorrow. I still feel like crap from the last allergy attack. Though today at least I don’t feel like my chest is being squeezed in a vice. I just feel like I am dying. And I am not saying that in a melodramatic way, but in a my-body-is-failing-me type of way. Which would really just serve me right for all the years that I hated it and abused it so.
The allergist will probably end up being the first stop on my east coast doctor tour, because you know one doctor never has the answer. It requires at least a few to tell you that they collectively have no idea. And then you either get better or just ignore all of your symptoms and move on with your life. Or else you die and the coroner diagnoses you post mortem. Obviously I am hoping for the former.
At least I haven’t been cold the past two days. That is probably the most positive thing that I am going to be able to come up with tonight.
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