Shelby’s weekly writing prompt!

[thecatumbrella]

Nothing crazy ever happens to ME any more (thank goodness!), my life at the mo' consists of sitting in my recliner pretty much 24/7 due to another spontaneous knee injury. My orthopedic surgeon has ordered me to be "non-weight bearing" on that leg for eight weeks. Excuse me, I meant to say EEEEIIIIGHT WEEEEKS! Ahem. Pardon me. Anyway, so here I sit. Aaaand sit. But. I have a lovely 24-year old granddaughter, Melissa, who lives with me. I call her my GirlChild, aka GC. And fortunately for this assignment, SHE had a crazy thing happen to her just last night. And I will be happy to tell you all, all about it.

So to set the stage, her younger brother Elijah also lives with us. My DH and I have raised them since they were little. Anyway, last night they decided to go out to dinner and a movie. They came home about 8:30, 9:00 and she went straight to her room and then came back out, and I asked how was the movie. They'd gone to see Bride. She said she'd had the worst movie experience EVER.

They ate dinner at Applebee's, she said. She ordered the chicken Alfredo, one of her favorites. But, hold on. She is gluten sensitive. Olive Garden has a GF version, but Applebee's does not. She felt okay, she said, so off they went to the movie. And it had just started, when suddenly ... without warning ... she puked all over the theater!

Oh. My. Lands. I can only imagine! Fortunately she was on an aisle seat and her brother was on the other side, so she missed him. And there was only one other patron in the theater, how fortunate is that?

But there was nothing for her to do but flee. She went in to the restroom to clean herself up the best she could, and one of them did report it to someone in the theater so they could clean up but of course the evening was over for them.

She's been a little careless about this whole gluten thing for the last two years since she got diagnosed. You know ... just a leeetle bite of pizza won't hurt this time, right? Or a tiiiiny bowl of mac n cheese? Or, or, or. Well. I kinda think this time her body has said, Girl. You're not calling the shots here any more. GF means G freakin' FREE! But, we'll see!

That’s mortifying! I feel so bad for her. Gluten free can feel very restricting. I don’t blame her for wanting to test her limits, but now she knows.

 

[BigBlueHen53]

That’s mortifying! I feel so bad for her. Gluten free can feel very restricting. I don’t blame her for wanting to test her limits, but now she knows.

Thank you, Cat. I felt bad for her, too! I can tell her, encourage her, buy or make GF for her, but ultimately ... she has to decide for herself.

 

[BigBlueHen53]

That’s mortifying! I feel so bad for her. Gluten free can feel very restricting. I don’t blame her for wanting to test her limits, but now she knows.

Oh! And she also has alpha-gal, the red meat allergy from a Lone Star tick bite! Well, we never ate pork anyway but we have completely eradicated all beef product from our home so that does make it easier for her. We eat chicken and ground turkey and a lot of plant-based meals. But bread is HARD. Gluten is in everything! And here I am baking bread today and she can't have any. But I need it.

 

[thecatumbrella]

My crazy story:

We recently changed insurance. Our new ID number is something like:
CAT87l5234
(for demonstrative purposes only)

We then visited the doctor. The insurance was no good. We called the insurance company. The number was not valid.

Turns out the “l” in our ID, sandwiched between a sequence of numbers, is actually meant to be a capital I.

Frustrating? Yes. But I also thought it was pretty crazy. Why would they hide an ambiguous letter in a number sequence!

 

[BigBlueHen53]

So, it was not a "one," but the letter before J?

 

[thecatumbrella]

So, it was not a "one," but the letter before J?

Yep! It just looks like a straight line. The rest of the numbers are also sans-serif, so it blends right in as one of them.