The holidays are not complete for me without gingerbread cookies – my first year of AIP I managed to make it through without them, however I definitely broke down and added a good splash of brandy to me dairy-free eggless nog… So this year I was determined to make an AIP-friendly version of my favourite holiday treat – the Gingerbread Man. Read more
This is my first Thanksgiving away from all family and friends, so my Hubby and I are recreating feasting favourites on a smaller scale. It’s also Hubby’s Birthday on the 12th, so a candle in his very own pumpkin pie is in order. Read more
Since leaving one semester behind and entering a new one, I have again felt the weight of a busy life all too heavy on my shoulders. I have a tendency to go along, thinking I am handling all the fuss very well, and though I notice myself becoming increasingly tired, I cannot seem to convince myself that I can change my load or fate. I end up more and more stressed and anxious until my poor little human body cannot hold any more. Everything must therefore burst forth with a dramatic vengeance and I become a helpless mess for a few weeks, crying for no reason, needing more sleep than anything else (though rarely getting it), fighting with Hubby for very unreasonable things, and so on. I somehow manage not to be a crazy person when I am in public, but even managing that feat can manifest a stress-knot of hormone imbalances, increased heart-rate and breathing difficulties. Do you ever get so upset about something that your actual brain feels uncomfortable somehow? Read more
I am coming up on the three year anniversary of my Graves’ diagnosis. The date that my life changed forever.
My body was screaming at me, trying to tell me that something was seriously wrong, but it took me almost two months of coming home from work with my ankles looking like this (as well as a myriad of other symptoms) before I finally sought out some professional help. Read more
I have been struggling with an eczema flare these last two weeks. This time, it’s on my face and armpits, I am not sleeping well, my stress levels are going up, and my despair is increasing because I don’t know how to “fix it”.
Starting school has been wonderful, but apparently it is kicking my butt. Perhaps I hadn’t recovered from our cross-country move. Perhaps it’s all money-related. Perhaps I ate too much of something. Perhaps, perhaps… Read more
Today, lying in bed with a sore throat and a sinus cold, catching up on blogs and articles about autoimmunity, I read a post by Sarah Wilson of “I Quit Sugar” fame. This led me to Meghan O’Rourke’s essay “What Is Wrong With Me?”, which hit a very strong chord.
After struggling for years with undiagnosed autoimmune Hashimoto’s, and then continued struggles with it’s symptoms (and the symptoms of who knows what else), O’Rourke describes the inexplicable sensations of autoimmune disease. She manages to put into words the shear helplessness one feels, the “all in your head” looks in other people’s eyes, and the so bizarre and disconcerting feeling of being an imposter in one’s own body. Read more