Tuesday, December 14, 2010

This, that, or the other thing

Tuesday, 14 December, 2010
This afternoon a couple of the Vice Presidents brought pie to work and came around telling us to go get a piece out of the kitchen. I realized what a sticky business it will be, having to politely refuse people's offers of food--especially at the holidays. And especially because, for 37 years, I have been a wiling guinea pig for all edible offerings. It's actually kind of nice to have an excuse to not accept food, but I really don't want to have to explain why to everyone. Not that I'm keeping it a secret, but it's just a hassle I don't want to have to deal with. Especially because everyone suddenly comes up with a friend or family member or coworker or ex-boyfriend who had celiac disease and they did this, that, or the other thing to make it all better. There's nothing I hate more than unsolicited medical advice. Nothing.


  1. Well, crap! I'm not sure I know how to NOT give unsolicited advice!!! But I'll try to keep my thoughts to myself.

  2. Oh, Lindsey, this was not in response to our conversation last week! I have always hated medical advice because I don't know what to do with it. Everyone's body is so vastly different, and then I'm just plain stubborn: I don't believe anything unless I have proven it myself. :)