Click—It’s A New Week

It’s a new week and I’m feeling much better than last week.

Last week right around this time I was falling into a rabbit hole of pain because of allergic reactions I had to a restaurant meal where I ate wheat bread on a sandwich and had soup. I knew it was a dangerous meal when I ate it. Wheat products are often used as thickening agents in commercial foods like soups and stews and such. The sandwich and soup, together, were too much.

So for all last week I was making my own meals and eating very carefully. I quickly started to feel better, but I began having episodes where all the pain and discomfort would come back for a while. I was reasonably certain my food was okay so I was puzzled. Then I noticed the episodes seemed to be early and late in the day, and I realized the episodes seemed to be keyed to after the meals where I took a vitamin supplement.

When I bought the vitamins I checked the label—of course!—and I thought they were safe. Over the weekend I checked the label again. In big bold letters it says no artificial colors, no artificial flavors, no sugar, no milk, no soy, no lactose, no yeast, no shellfish. It sounds safe. Then there’s a bit of text. Then there are little letters, plain text, not bold at all, that say: Contains wheat.

Those scumbags! I’d been poisoning myself twice a day! Those scumbags!

So I threw out that good-for-nothing junk. And I’ve been feeling better. Now with no episodes of allergies returning.

I’d bought those vitamins at a regular store. The only safe way to buy vitamins—and, really, I knew this—is to go to a health food store and tell them you have allergies and ask them to recommend a product that is allergen-free. I’ve read of stuff like this happening. You’ve got to be on guard all the time.

Anyway.

It’s a new week.

Here’s me at the very start of the new week. This is me before I even get up, before I even put on my glasses. This is me plugging in to a metronome and listening to the click and making up a little melody and trying to keep to the beat and trying to finish on time:

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