Having dinner together has always been a value for our family. Some of my best memories growing up were around the table.
Mom, without fail, had a hot meal ready for us as we arrived home from school. She would sit and listen to us about our days as we ate. With both sets of grandparents, the best conversations and some of my favorite recipes came from being gathered at the table. When I became a wife and mom, cooking for my family was a daily joy.
Meals have changed through the years, both in ingredients and timing. With a working teen, having family dinner is few and far between but I can normally count on at least one or two meals a week. And even though my husband and I work different shifts, the constant in our day is that we eat together in the one point we're home at the same time.
Over the past year, I've altered most of our recipes, as I'm following a Keto lifestyle. It's been an adjustment but we were finally at a place where it was easy, normal, expected. I'd mastered recreations of our favorite meals and was excited about finding and trying new ones. My picky husband and chefy son actually requested some of the Keto dishes and I converted them both to liking cauliflower. And best of all, Keto was working. Despite an inactive thyroid and PCOS, I was losing weight!
Even though I was feeling better in many ways, there were some symptoms starting to cause me stress. In the beginning, we thought it was due to quitting sugar. Keto rash is a legitimate thing so I expected this was what I experienced. My doctor gave me a cream to help with the itching and since it somewhat helped, it was Keto-On.
Along the way other irritating issues came and went but I shrugged them off to the laundry list of possible causes. Watery eyes, headaches and sinuses - assumed allergies. Numbness in my leg and toes - previous injury from a wreck. Fatigue - wonky thyroid. Itchy skin - winter weather, PCOS. Stomach problems - diverticulitis/GERD. I had a reason for every symptom so there was no need to assume it was anything else. Until they got worse.
Looking back, I'm not sure why I wasn't listening to my body better. It isn't normal to feel nauseous every day or go to bed with a back scratcher because you itch so much. When you've lived with chronic pain and issues for years though, you tend to excuse things I guess.
Over Christmas break, I came down with the flu and it hit me hard. Towards the end, my lips started hurting and I figured they were chapped from being dehydrated. But no matter what I tried, there was no relief. At my yearly physical I mentioned them to my doctor, yet when all my labs came back normal we weren't sure of the cause. Doubling my vitamin C and being a test dummy for every lip product out there, I carried on hoping for the best.
Then one Sunday afternoon a couple weeks ago my lips felt like they were on fire. Or a jellyfish attacked my lower face. It hurt to even drink water. Something was definitely wrong. Another trip to the doctor and more detailed labs later would find the culprit.
Alpha-Gal.
Alpha-what? is what most people say at this point. Despite the disease being around over a decade, not a lot know about it. Ironically, the week I was educating families about it, I would be bitten.
Alpha-Gal is one of many diseases carried by ticks. The infection causes your body to become allergic to meat, specifically mammals. In many cases, the person will also begin to reject any form of dairy. Reactions can vary from mild stomach discomfort to rashes, to anaphylactic shock.
In my home visits the summer of 2016, I taught families how to prevent ticks, safely remove, and create a "tick kit" if they were bitten, as well as the potential dangers they posed.
On the way to visit Grandma one evening, my leg began to itch. I'm a mosquito magnet, so I figured one bit me as I walked to the car. But the itching persisted, so much so that by the time I arrived, I immediately went to the bathroom to check it out. On the back of my knee, I felt it. I tiny fleck that wouldn't move. This is my injured knee/leg so I couldn't bend it to remove and came out asking my aunt for help. Having a sample tick kit still in my purse, I plopped it in the bag and carried on with my visit.
Once home, I cleaned the area, added essential oils and took a Benadryl for the itching. For weeks, the itching continued and knowing what I do about ticks, it worried me. But a doctor ran blood tests for multiple tick diseases and it came back negative, so I guessed it was just due to me being allergy-prone. And the itching became so expected, I don't even remember when it stopped - at least behind the knee. In the months later, the entire leg would itch continuously. But again, it was my bad leg, which has permanent nerve damage and prone to lymphatic swelling so I brushed it off as yet another pain from the wreck.
While it is comforting to finally have answers to all the symptoms, the solution is not one I'm in love with. Avoid all mammal meat and dairy. Though I adore a juicy ribeye now and then, the meat isn't the biggest hurdle. Most of the recipes and dishes my family enjoys contain some form of dairy. Everything I normally cook will have to be altered yet again.
When you've already eliminated all sugar, high carbs, anything processed, and now have to exclude most of the items in my frig and freezer, it narrows choices down to a boring few. For the time being, I'm on a mental block at how to move forward and living off eggs and chicken broth. Meanwhile, family dinner is tearful and not something I look forward to or enjoy.
I apologize for maybe the most lengthy post ever but #1, momma needed to vent. And if this can help one other person get diagnosed -or better yet prevent it from happening, it was worth the share.
Bug season is upon us people. They may be tiny but these ticks pack a powerful punch!
Showing posts with label family meal time. Show all posts
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Friday, March 2, 2018
Friday, September 5, 2014
Faithful Friday: Being Neighborly
Whoa, September. How did you get so busy?
Evening practices and meetings, obligations, birthday parties, reunions and church functions. Penciled around the few precious hours that are free each week, it doesn't leave room for much else. Sigh...
For this momma hen who likes her chicks in the barn, this is a struggle for me. I'm selfish with my family time and don't like to share. But it's only because I know how special and fleeting this time is, as I watch the kids grow and stretch and mark another year off the calendar so quickly.
We've had something every night the past few evenings and our weekends are just as busy. It doesn't give one a chance to catch their breath and take life in. Can we just pause - and be - for a minute?
Last night was a rare free evening and I took advantage of it by preparing a Sunday supper for a weeknight meal. Sneaking home at lunch, I chopped and sprinkled, tossing goodies into the crockpot. They greeted me upon arrival, as Noah and I entered, having just picked him up from basketball conditioning.
There's just something special about the aroma of a pot roast simmering away.....
As Noah crashed onto his bed, I busied myself with wrapping it up, doing my best to time it perfectly for Tim and Tina to walk through the door. She is normally starving after 2 1/2 hours of dance practice and I knew she'd smile when the scent greeted her, once home.
All was working wonderfully, plates and forks stacked in our spot ready for filling. Our favorite show queued for enjoyment before homework and chores pulled us away again. Two doors shut, signaling their arrival, but only Tina walked in.
Tim often lingers, checks mail, tinkers with the boat, or completes paperwork, so I thought not much of it, until at the sink I noticed an unknown vehicle in the drive. A neighbor, one we rarely talk to, was outside and talking to my hubby.
And dinner was waiting....
I'd like to say that I gave lots of grace and patience but I did not. With two starving teens and a mom whose love language is quality time, this didn't settle well.
What on earth was taking him so long?
This neighbor never stops by, what could he want?
Why is Tim not telling him we have dinner plans?
A few glances out the door and unresponded texts later, we opt to go ahead and eat the once steaming, now cooling meal. I should've enjoyed the one on one time with the kids. It would've given us an opportunity to share about each other's day. But I didn't. Instead I ate and stewed and sighed.
Lord, Help me.
An hour later my tired hubby entered the door and I let him heat his own plate in the microwave. Of course, the first thing I wanted to know was why he stayed outside so long. His answer didn't help my attitude.
The neighbor wanted - nothing. Just to talk. About anything and everything and nothing in particular. Well, that was just silly, I thought. But my husband, in all his gentle wisdom stated the obvious. Maybe he just needed company. Just someone to talk to. And Tim arrived home at just the right moment.
Humble pie for dessert?...
And then this morning, as He so often does, God nudged me about the neighbor. Perhaps instead of fretting that dinner was delayed, I should be thankful there was a meal to be had. Maybe I could have invited the man inside to join us (so could my husband I grumbled back). Who else have I been too busy for or selfish with my time against this week?
Yes, Lord, the giver of my time, I hear you.
It's only the second greatest commandment in your Book, after all.
I read it, I know it, but I don't always live it.
Evening practices and meetings, obligations, birthday parties, reunions and church functions. Penciled around the few precious hours that are free each week, it doesn't leave room for much else. Sigh...
For this momma hen who likes her chicks in the barn, this is a struggle for me. I'm selfish with my family time and don't like to share. But it's only because I know how special and fleeting this time is, as I watch the kids grow and stretch and mark another year off the calendar so quickly.
We've had something every night the past few evenings and our weekends are just as busy. It doesn't give one a chance to catch their breath and take life in. Can we just pause - and be - for a minute?
Last night was a rare free evening and I took advantage of it by preparing a Sunday supper for a weeknight meal. Sneaking home at lunch, I chopped and sprinkled, tossing goodies into the crockpot. They greeted me upon arrival, as Noah and I entered, having just picked him up from basketball conditioning.
There's just something special about the aroma of a pot roast simmering away.....
As Noah crashed onto his bed, I busied myself with wrapping it up, doing my best to time it perfectly for Tim and Tina to walk through the door. She is normally starving after 2 1/2 hours of dance practice and I knew she'd smile when the scent greeted her, once home.
All was working wonderfully, plates and forks stacked in our spot ready for filling. Our favorite show queued for enjoyment before homework and chores pulled us away again. Two doors shut, signaling their arrival, but only Tina walked in.
Tim often lingers, checks mail, tinkers with the boat, or completes paperwork, so I thought not much of it, until at the sink I noticed an unknown vehicle in the drive. A neighbor, one we rarely talk to, was outside and talking to my hubby.
And dinner was waiting....
I'd like to say that I gave lots of grace and patience but I did not. With two starving teens and a mom whose love language is quality time, this didn't settle well.
What on earth was taking him so long?
This neighbor never stops by, what could he want?
Why is Tim not telling him we have dinner plans?
A few glances out the door and unresponded texts later, we opt to go ahead and eat the once steaming, now cooling meal. I should've enjoyed the one on one time with the kids. It would've given us an opportunity to share about each other's day. But I didn't. Instead I ate and stewed and sighed.
Lord, Help me.
An hour later my tired hubby entered the door and I let him heat his own plate in the microwave. Of course, the first thing I wanted to know was why he stayed outside so long. His answer didn't help my attitude.
The neighbor wanted - nothing. Just to talk. About anything and everything and nothing in particular. Well, that was just silly, I thought. But my husband, in all his gentle wisdom stated the obvious. Maybe he just needed company. Just someone to talk to. And Tim arrived home at just the right moment.
Humble pie for dessert?...
And then this morning, as He so often does, God nudged me about the neighbor. Perhaps instead of fretting that dinner was delayed, I should be thankful there was a meal to be had. Maybe I could have invited the man inside to join us (so could my husband I grumbled back). Who else have I been too busy for or selfish with my time against this week?
Yes, Lord, the giver of my time, I hear you.
It's only the second greatest commandment in your Book, after all.
I read it, I know it, but I don't always live it.
Help me to see those neighbors in need.
Whether it be across the street, in the aisle, along the roadway, or near me in a pew. Help me to see them with your eyes and not put up fences with my time.
Amen.
Monday, March 24, 2014
Home for Dinner
Family gathered at the dinner table has always been important to me, probably because that is how we grew up. Mom never failed to have a home-made meal on the table for us after school each day. On the weekends and during the summer, even our lunches were had there. Together.
Both of my grandmothers carried this tradition too. Family gathered at the table. Always.
The dinner table is where so many of my childhood memories are held, even when food wasn't involved.
When Tim and I married, it was important to me that we continue this family custom. I looked forward to our meals together each evening, even if it sometimes included the burnt fiasco's of newlywed cooking.
Throughout our life of raising kids, having meals together as a family wasn't always easy. We juggled college, chaotic work schedules, babies, and the life of a firefighter. Sometimes we couldn't help but eat apart or at different times, but for the majority of our meals, they were together. Because it was important.
In fact, I remember having a somewhat uncomfortable conversation with a former supervisor, who didn't see the value of being home in time to have dinner with my kids. "It's not going to hurt for your kids to have a frozen pizza a couple nights a week without you," still rings in my head. And I'm grateful that I dug my heels in and made it work -for my family- to the best of my abilities at that time.
The past couple of years we have gotten a tad lazier, choosing to often have weeknight dinners in the living room. The tv normally isn't turned on until after we eat, it is just sometimes comfier to eat from a couch versus the hard wood after a long day. We still huddle in prayer, hands held, in the kitchen before we retire to wherever we are eating. And we make it a point to have at least a couple meals at the table each week. For the past month or so, we've added the rule of a tech free table (no matter where we are) and my only regret is that we didn't do this sooner.
No matter the location, it is the pausing in thankfulness to God for providing the meal, the lifting up in prayer the needs of our family and world, and the quality time spent learning about each other's day that make mealtime in the Blair house so special.
There's another famous family that makes time for it regularly too...
Both of my grandmothers carried this tradition too. Family gathered at the table. Always.
The dinner table is where so many of my childhood memories are held, even when food wasn't involved.
When Tim and I married, it was important to me that we continue this family custom. I looked forward to our meals together each evening, even if it sometimes included the burnt fiasco's of newlywed cooking.
Throughout our life of raising kids, having meals together as a family wasn't always easy. We juggled college, chaotic work schedules, babies, and the life of a firefighter. Sometimes we couldn't help but eat apart or at different times, but for the majority of our meals, they were together. Because it was important.
In fact, I remember having a somewhat uncomfortable conversation with a former supervisor, who didn't see the value of being home in time to have dinner with my kids. "It's not going to hurt for your kids to have a frozen pizza a couple nights a week without you," still rings in my head. And I'm grateful that I dug my heels in and made it work -for my family- to the best of my abilities at that time.
The past couple of years we have gotten a tad lazier, choosing to often have weeknight dinners in the living room. The tv normally isn't turned on until after we eat, it is just sometimes comfier to eat from a couch versus the hard wood after a long day. We still huddle in prayer, hands held, in the kitchen before we retire to wherever we are eating. And we make it a point to have at least a couple meals at the table each week. For the past month or so, we've added the rule of a tech free table (no matter where we are) and my only regret is that we didn't do this sooner.
No matter the location, it is the pausing in thankfulness to God for providing the meal, the lifting up in prayer the needs of our family and world, and the quality time spent learning about each other's day that make mealtime in the Blair house so special.
There's another famous family that makes time for it regularly too...
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Duck Dynasty |
Though this tradition is partially just how I was raised, it was comforting to hear our pastor speak to it yesterday during the sermon. Even Jesus shared the importance of gathering together regularly to learn, spend time together, eat, and pray.
And they devoted themselves to the apostles' teaching,
to the fellowship, to the breaking of bread, and to the prayers. Acts 2:42
Sounds a lot like the mission of our Lifegroups too.....(meet, eat, pray!)
And even though we are pretty faithful followers of this custom, we made sure to enjoy last night's meal at the actual table and linger a little more than usual. Real conversations were had. Laughs were shared. Thankfulness was lifted up. Family was strengthened. And it was good.
Do you make family meal-time a priority in your house?
What's your favorite family meal?
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