everyday celiac living

Most of the co-workers I work with the most now know that I'm a celiac (or simply allergic). They're curious, and ask questions.

I get reactions from "Good, I have one less person to worry about eating my food in the breakroom" to "Want some? Oh yeah, you can't. I really wasn't trying to rub it in" to "Oh, that just looks gross!"

The sweetest thing was the other guy in paint was there for his other job yesterday afternoon. He cut open an orange, and split it with me.

My boss knows, but I didn't include on the medical history question sheet. Celiac shouldn't affect my ability to do my job (unless I'm fatigued from getting gluten). But I've heard horror stories on the listserv of celiacs being lumped into the "autoimmune disease" category and being denied coverage or having to pay at the high risk level.

It's something I've never thought about before.

sleepy time

Man, am I tired.

Yes, I actually did manage to make it to the store at 6:30 this morning. Yes, the traffic was better. And yes, the store was pretty quiet until 8, so it was nice to get some real productive stuff done before getting slammed with customers.

But it wasn't pretty waking up so early to be there in time.

I was only a couple minutes late for the interview (opps). I just couldn't get out of the store until almost 12:30, and even gunnning the gas pedal as much as I (safely could) wasn't enough to make it on time.

The interview people were very nice. I tried to show I wasn't too nervous, look them in the eye, look good (or pretty decent), shake hands, etc. I was told by the end of the week I'd know one way or the other.

Still waiting to hear back from Company #1. But the retail store will be happy to have me back tomorrow in the meanwhile.

At least my back got better from last night and I didn't look like an old lady.