There certain things we all know to be true. Tried and true pieces of our lives that we can rely on. Some of these we learn when we are young while others appear to us as we weave our way through life.
For the last 15 years I knew that I was allergic to nuts. I wasn’t sure how severe the allergy was or if it included all nuts, but I knew I had a major issue. When I was 25 I ate salmon with a pecan crust and developed symptoms almost immediately.
After that encounter I would have reactions when peanuts were present in a room I was in. A piercing headache in my left temple would always tip me off to a potential issue. My throat would sometimes feel like it was closing and my eyes would bother me. I usually treated myself to some Benadryl and moved on and did my best to avoid nuts and certain oils.
The reality was that not eating nuts didn’t bother me as much as it bothered other people. Friends and relatives were always worried about what to cook when I was around despite my constant pleas to eat what they wanted while I worried about myself. I find the same reaction to my recent adjustment to the world of vegan living.
Well guess what? Accordingly to the fine allergists of Connecticut my tests for nut allergies were all negative. I have no explanation, in fact no one really does, but I am not jumping back into a world chock full of nuts just yet. After all, we process nuts in our stomachs, we don’t prick them in our skin like the allergy test so I could still have a reaction when consumed. Additionally I think we should wait for my ticker to heal a bit more before we go experimenting with peanut surprise.
Point is, never stop asking questions. I believed I was allergic, never questioned it, and it seems as if I was all wrong and could have been enjoying vats of peanut butter sauce for the last decade and a half.
Everyone should be asking questions. Stop taking people’s word for things. Do not settle for “because I said so,” as an answer. Hold people accountable and seek out the truth, whether you like the answer or not, I promise you that you will feel better when you know the truth.
Where has biting your tongue ever gotten you? Exactly, and that is another question.
Asking questions is how we learn. Why has it been a month since my last blog? Good question, now you’re getting it.
As I approach three months since open heart surgery there are more questions than answers. More questions than I had during my time in the hospital. I have the feeling of starting over but not knowing what to expect each time I wake up in the morning.
In the last few weeks we have been up to a lot. I have been working more, we moved to a new town and we have even traveled a few times. It was nice to see some old friends and make some new friends, but overall each of these elements takes its toll.
So as I search for the answers to why my recovery is so exhausting or if I should change my diet or exercise routine I am trying to stay positive, which isn’t always easy.
I feel like I was dealt a bunch of mismatched cards from the deck while my enemy was dealt three aces. But as I keep reading, keep learning and keep trying, those cards talk to me, calm me down and then I notice, I’m one card away from an inside straight.
So I ask for one card to save my craptastic hand, it slides across to the table toward me and I stop it with the heel of my right hand. My thumb and index finger meet at the corner of the card as I set to peal it toward the sky to reveal my fate.