And then the mushrooms . . .
Once upon a time, years and years ago, there was a curly haired dark-headed kid. Her blue eyes gleamed as she looked forward to a birthday dinner of a T-bone steak seasoned with paprika and other spices, shrimp, sauteed mushrooms, and ice cream for dessert. Now . . . now there is the dark haired thirty-something with bitterness behind those baby blues. Why? The onslaught of Lupus has made her body think she is the enemy and normal activities become literal time bombs. Her body doesn't process the proteins of meat correctly. Her body thinks anything in the red pepper family is an enemy to the state. Dairy makes her sad. Shell fish has decided that it will lodge warfare on her body. And . . . mushrooms make her nauseous, gassy, and all around ill. Motherfucker! Last fall the issue became more prominent. There was an MD who said she was most likely developing an intolerance to them. Sh...