So last night, I went to a women's study I have been participating in for the last several months. Although we break it up so we have only 6 week sessions. I love the group. I love the lesson. I hate the food. The food is my enemy. Because even though I have known the mentors (my own mother included) my entire life, they just can't seem to understand the fact that I am allergic to mushrooms.
So...last night I ate the casserole that was prepared because, stupidly, I thought there was no way that mushrooms would be in it...we just went through this 2 weeks ago when my own mother made something with mushrooms...well I was wrong. As I grew warmer and warmer throughout the lesson, and started getting itchy at the end, I happened to walk by a mentor and overheard her say....And then you add a can of cream of MUSHROOM soup to it!
ARGH!!!!!!!!!! (What in the hell is wrong with these people?!?!?!? I thought to myself)
So I yet again mention to my mom that BTW, can we please make sure mushrooms are not used in the cooking...and then I leave to go home. Except...I have to pull over on the way home to vomit and then proceed to continue with that all night. And have crazy dreams about tracking down the allergist from my childhood and making him tell everyone I know that I am allergic to certain foods.
Somewhat vindictively, I could tell my mom felt really bad when she had to bring me ginger ale and crackers, but after seeing me in full glory...I guarantee the food will become my friend...because I don't think she wants to have to rush me to the ER anytime soon.
Hopefully today won't be quite so entertaining.
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