Looking for Recruits for My Support Group 2/25/2014

Guys. Something has happened. 

It's true what they say, that a diagnosis really changes your perspective on life.

You start recognizing what's really important, living life to the fullest, appreciating the little things.

The past 5 days I've been trying to adjust to my new life, knowing what I know now.

It all started Friday when I got the call that changed everything. 

I now join the millions who suffer from the 3rd most prominent killer of women in the US, after heart disease and cancer. Yes, I'm afraid it's true. I have indeed been diagnosed with..slight gluten sensitivity.

I know, it's been hard for me to reconcile in my own mind. I've spent a lot of time crying out, "why me?" and erupting into fits of tears and anguish. Usually this occurs in the middle of the night, and awakes both my companions. They've taken to throwing things at me.

I've decided to turn this debilitating illness into a positive- that is, to use my struggles to help others. Which is why I'm now forming a support group for those who have serious conditions that affect their everyday lives. So far it consists of a sister who has a mild peanut allergy, our less active Son Him who is 70 and has diabetes, and the guy who is sitting next to me at the library today who I'm pretty sure has at least 3 different STDs. We're going to meet together over some gluten-free, peanut-free, sugar-free snacks and discuss our difficulties and just in general complain about how inconvenient our lives are. If you know anyone who might be interested in joining my support group, please forward them my information. But make sure their problems are legit enough. Some clown with carpel tunnel tried to weasel their way into my group and I had to veto it, because I didn't want them to interrupt the serious discussion with, "yeah, it hurts sometimes when I type", and we'd all just get silent and then have to be like, get out.

I've lately taken to blaming all my problems on my slight gluten sensitivity. IE yesterday at a lesson when the Yiay (grandma) said she didn't understand anything I'd just tried to say, I responded with, "Khnom ot aac nyam gluten" (I negator can eat gluten) and she seemed to understand that somehow and didn't question me for the rest of the lesson. As result of this, my companions have started their own support group for "People who have to put up with McQuivey". It seems to be growing rather quickly.

I've been in the WA-TAC 39 weeks, I have a slight gluten sensitivity, and the church is true here too!

-McQuivey, inc.