Good Week Again

Happy Sabbath

My testimony is that I had a great week this week.  God allowed it to be so that my son and I could go to the beach. The last time we went to a beach together, he was 1 year old.   We went to a new beach, which was an extra hour away on Sunday and were able to enjoy the ocean, the breeze, and hear the waves crashing from the privacy of our tent, which I set up.  I had a time trying to find my tent and am thankful that the Lord allowed me to find it in time for the trip (not having to put out more money for another one).

I had a long and enjoyable six day weekend, which I rarely get to do.  On Friday, I was able to go to a consignment shop and sell some of my son’s clothing, go shopping in a mall I used to work in some 14 or 15 or so years ago, and took my son to the dermatologist who prescribed a cream that has helped my son’s eczema heal faster. 

I had a good and productive three-day work week this week.  I went to church today and was able to hear most of the sermon. 

Tomorrow, the church is going to a farm and I am looking forward to that trip. 

My son is still allergic to egg, tree nuts and everything else.  I purchased a gelati from Ritas and gave it to him and my mother to try, just to give him something different.  I heard them say the word custard, but I just didn’t think too hard about it.  Being strict vegetarian (not quite vegan because honey consumption and regular use of leather goods), I have been one over like 8 years to scrutinize every item that comes any where near my mouth.  I can count on one hand how many times I have purchased something not realizing something I shouldn’t consume was in that item because of my diet.  I’ve done the raw food diet for a month, the whole foods, the no artificial ingredients, no caffeine, and no sodium. I started cold turkey and when I commit, I go hard for it. 

When I get home with the ingredients lists I’ve read over, I will cook and stand reading the same lists over again to always be sure.  Back during my early teens, custard was a big thing in my household and my parents would make this from scratch as a treat.  Well, I forgot that custard uses egg yolks and my son ate a good bit of the “ice cream” on top of the cherry water ice.  Within the hour, he complained of a tummy ache and when he got home, he turned into a sprinkler system of vomit which was no fun cleaning up out of the carpet.  Friday he was okay, but today, he did vomit up water he drank at church.  He’s doing better now and is able to stomach good fluids and veggie fruit popsicles. 

I am thankful that he had the testing done to show what he is allergic to.  I am thankful that this did not end up in being an ER visit as his first hospital visit was for asphxiation and vomiting reaction to soy milk.  It could have been worse.  I am thankful for going through self alternative nutrition education over the years so I can know what to look out for and avoid it to help him stay healthy.  I had one slip up and I intend to be even more ingredient vigilant than I have been. 

He is resting and looking out the balcony door.  It is a beautiful quiet Sabbath afternoon and I am thankful for the challenges this week and the successes.