So I blew my back out on Thanksgiving. Not the first time…and won’t be the last time. But it’s been a painful couple of weeks for me. Real painful.
Mrs. Dude’s cousin was staying with us for the weekend. He also has a pretty messed up back.
Friday night, as I was moaning and groaning, he offered me a pill to help ease my pain. Nothing illegal mind you…just a muscle relaxer. I said thanks but no thanks.
Saturday night, still moaning and still the same offer. This time I took the pill.
And guess what? I forgot to look it up first to see if it was gluten-free. Me…a celiac veteran…making an inexcusable, idiotic rookie mistake. It was stupid, stupid, stupid. I was pissed. Mrs. Dude was pissed. The cousin felt awful.
Turns out the pill was gluten free and I dodged a major bullet, right before vacation mind you.
So what’s my point and what does this have to do with Applebees?
My point is that being a celiac is a gigantic pain in the ass and we cannot let our guard down…even for a minute. And going out to eat? Multiply that “gigantic pain in the assness” by 1000 and that describes a celiac’s night out many times.
So when we order our food and we’re real particular, we’re not trying to make the server’s job difficult. We’re simply trying our best not to damage our intestines and ruin the next X amount of weeks/months of our lives.
Well listen to what happened at an Applebees to a fellow celiac the other night. This came to me via Facebook and here is the woman’s story.
That’s right. For asking the kitchen to be extra careful with her meal, she was labeled psychotic. And in case you are wondering if there is proof, I give you Exhibit A.
Every day, I lose more and more faith in humanity. Compassion and empathy have disappeared. Those who have special needs are deemed as difficult and demanding and contributing to the “pussification” of America.
Again…reason number 193 why I hate the gluten free fad. For too many people outside the celiac world, gluten free is complete bullshit. Thank you Jimmy Fallon. Thank you Jimmy Kimmel. Thank you Rachael Ray. Thank you Dr. Oz. You can seriously all go f**k yourselves now.
We’re not psychotic. We’re celiac.