WHO TAKES CARE OF MOM WHEN MOM IS GOING DOWN FOR THE COUNT...AARGH!

I have this weird allergy. I am deathly allergic to milk proteins which includes cheese, butter, casein, caseinate and any and everything that has a trace of milk proteins. This weird allergy when it is triggered is quite debilatating. Rendering me almost ineffective as a human being. What does that mean, it means that I am so fucking sick I can barely move. The allergy symptoms mimic the flu, or pneumonia or bronchitas. So you can't treat it like those things. Then if that isn't enough, my veins contract and it HURTS like hell! There is not much I can do except ride it out with lots of long-named prescribed medication. I am usually very careful, but every so often something slips through. And I pay dearly. I just popped some more pills and I am going to lay down at 4:00 in the afternoon. The children are all practicing their piano lessons; I don't have to think about dinner for another two hours or so. Then I will drag my ass downstairs and wave a magic wand and POOF! DINNER, wholesome and nutricious. OK , it will probably be a big can of Beeforoni---I know, I know, I know, but what can I do. I can barely stand up. Otherwise they will have cereal.

I am going to be up and running by Saturday...I SWEAR IT! JB and I are going to see Anna Deavere Smith in her world premiere play "Let Me Down Easy" But righ now I am crawling up to my lovely bed--and it is a lovely king-sized girly-girl bed with its featherbed and heavy comforter and mountain of pillows and I will dream of a time gone by when I was WELL!