Hello to new reader wavesandmoon!
Lots of celiac research yesterday. The problem here is the inverse of some of my other medical things - there's too much information! Lots to absorb.
Elephant Walk is right out, as everything that isn't Deadly Poison is tainted by foul citrus. I am looking at this menu like "why would you willingly put that in your mouth?" I mean, I could have the flank steak, I guess? But I worry about citrus stench. Soy protein and shellfish = anaphylaxis. Citrus just makes me sick to my stomach. I know, I know, with even more dietary restrictions, I need to not be picky, but I'm not kidding when I say it's hard to keep from throwing up when I smell or taste citrus. Some foods I just have texture issues with, and will have to push through, but this one, not so much.
We're having dinner at Stone Hearth Pizza tonight.
Ways to Not Contact Me
We don't pick up our phone. Almost ever. Just when we're expecting a call from a doctor or someone. I just checked our voicemail? 27 messages, dating from as far back as October 16.
So... not the way to reach us.
Second worst way is via LJ message, as that requires several steps just to reply to the e-mail. Really, just e-mail me. If I only have to hit one button to reply, you're more likely to hear back from me. (Is there a way to disable LJ messaging?)
Texting's also good if you know I'm not home; I don't keep track of my cell phone when I'm home. It's a 3G, so I get e-mail away from home as well. E-mail = still the best way.
Out of Sorts
Quite out of sorts today. You can tell, because I am curt. Combination of figuring celiac stuff out and that mass of voicemails, and just being generally exhausted.
Advances in tissue bioengineering have enabled lab-grown bladders, tracheas, cardiac patches and now penis parts.
Yes, your Daily Science today = lab-grown rabbit penises. You're welcome. :)
Agh. Still trying to wake up. Today needs to be a writing day, as tomorrow Elayna has no school. Going to Mind's Eye later to fix my shawl with the infinitely-patient asciikitty, and then Diesel + dinner.