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Swimming Breadcrumbs and Other Issues
- By Jennifer Arrington
- Published 06/25/2008
Today I went to a business women’s power lunch. Now I am not a businesswoman and could give many examples of my failed attempts at staying-home-and-making-millions-while-I-do-the-laundry-and-change-diapers, but I had better not. However, I attended the luncheon after a generous invitation from a successful acquaintance who thought I’d meet the right person to springboard my latest project.
There’s something I need to clarify before I continue. Like most who probably visit the celiac.com website, I am completely gluten intolerant, which as you know, precludes me from eating any – and by any I mean not one speck – of gluten, the protein that is found in wheat, barley, rye, and consequently, all mainstream bread products. It’s not too difficult to manage at home, but eating out is a challenge. The trouble with ‘messing up’, is that I can spend up to three days in bed from a cascade of symptoms that are unstoppable once I have ingested the dreaded culprit. Since three days in bed doesn’t exactly jive with mothering young children, I do everything in my power to keep my diet gluten-free.
Thus, I am apprehensive about the lunch on multiple levels. I have been an at-home mom for so long I’m not sure I’ll remember business etiquette, I am feeling anxiety over whether I’ll be able to eat the food or not, and the sheer dilemma of arranging a babysitter on a school day for my home schooled girls is leaving me flustered. To make matters worse, in the scramble to transfer kids and car seats into my babysitter’s Landrover, I have managed to arrive late to the luncheon. People are already being seated and I find myself table-less and without a business name to place on my nametag for my latest project.
Finally, they open a new table and three other dangling women, a gentleman, and I are gratefully seated. I look around for someone to chat with, but the man next to me is clattering away, shifting the place settings out of his way so he can have room to lay out all his business paraphernalia. I finger my blank-business label name tag nervously when, out of the corner of my eye, I see the woman to the right of me tearing up her crusty baguette. I turn my head and focus clearly, watching
I think of the article I recently read on celiac.com, that fear of gluten contamination can be more harmful than actually ingesting a miniscule amount of gluten. Reminding myself of this, I push away my worries and lift my glass to take a drink. Right before my lips make contact, I look down to see not one, but two breadcrumbs floating near the top of my water. I stop, my motion to drink frozen in place, glance around to make sure nobody is looking, and then very slowly set my water glass back down. Being surrounded by high- powered executives, all strangers to me, I cannot summon the boldness to request a fresh glass of water.
I sit through the entire lunch and sip on the other drink placed on the table – an iced tea. Incidentally, sometimes certain brands of iced tea give me migraines, but I decide that purposefully ingesting floating breadcrumbs is more risky than taking a chance on the tea.
The main speaker for the event is announced, and I attempt to focus on what is being said, only to realize that my neighbor is now ripping up another piece of bread. This time, breadcrumbs land on my knife.
My anxiety is reaching a new level. I carefully retrieve the knife and attempt to inconspicuously clean it with my napkin. This attempt is nullified, however, when the main course is placed before me—breaded fish. I look down at my purse, open on the floor next to me, trying to will my stash of nuts that I left in the car back into my purse, which is where they should be for emergencies like this. Just as well, though, because now my tablemate is cutting her breaded fish with such gusto that pieces of food are flying off the table and landing in my purse…
Two hours later, I leave the luncheon, faint with hunger and drive to a local Pollo Tropical. (For those of you that don’t know, they serve beans and rice and I can eat their chicken “tropi-chop” fairly successfully). Barely able, in my low-blood-sugar state, to count out the change correctly, I pay for my meal and drive off. Only then do I realize that they never gave me a fork. No problem, I careen down the interstate eating beans and rice with my fingers, having survived yet another day gluten-free in a gluten-filled world. Small wonder I prefer to eat at home. I promise myself that no matter what else I need to do in order to earn money on the side while I stay at home, I will not, for the rest of my days, attend another power luncheon without at least three gluten-free emergency snacks on hand.
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I first learned of celiac disease while studying for my masters in nutrition and immunology at Texas A&M University. Prior to this, I had been sick for over six years with unexplained health problems. After discussing my options with a local physician, I decided to try the gluten free diet. Within days the symptoms had resolved! Ten years and two healthy children later, I am still gluten free. In an effort to help bring celiac disease into the mainstream, I have recently published a Christian romance novel, Trusting for Tomorrow, that highlights the struggles of diagnosing and living with celiac disease. Follow my blog at www.jenniferinjupiter.wordpress.com.
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