Tweaking Dr. Silly

Tweaking Dr. Silly, by Mary Stebbins. This was a photo challenge from the Photo 101 contingent of BP. The challenge was to tweak a photo submitted by another member, in this case, Dr. Silly. I took components from his picture and made a whole new picture. Here's the original photo. Here are the other tweaks. (Click on the image, as always, to view larger.)

Another bad night!

I have been having a string of bad nights and last night was the worst so far of this string. I had wings last night and I wonder if there was soy in the fat used to cook them, or in the hot sauce applied to them--or, if I am allergic to something else I ate, unknowingly. I HATE insomnia, and whenever I have insomnia, my fibromyalgia is worse, which in fact, it is. OW!

When my fibromyalgia is bad, sometime the pain in my hips is very severe and I feel as if they will collapse while walking or climbing stairs and that I will fall and injure or even kill myself. The actually "give out" and I have to catch myself. Scary!

I'd like to write more about it, but I don't have time right now. WAHN!

Dead Fish

Dead Fish, by Mary Stebbins. Click on image to view larger. 

Homemade Crackers! YUM!

I am happily eating some homemade cracks I just made--hot and fresh from the oven.  I never made homemade crackers before, but these days, it seems that all crakcers and chips and snack foods have soy or dairy or both and I'm allergic to soy and dairy.  They made me very sick.

I made the crackers with whole wheat flour and a little bran, corn oil, rice milk, etc--all ingredients that I think are safe for me--one never knows for sure.  I made a mini nbatch, never having tried them before.  The recipe was easy to divide.  They came out great and taste wonderful  If anyone wants the recipe, I'll post it.  I'm very pleased!  They actually taste good and snacky!  YAY!  YEBA!



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I am certain of nothing but the Heart's affections and the truth of the Imagination- John Keats
Mary

The Ubiquiousness of Soy

Soy makes me sick.  It exacerbates my fibromylagia.  It makes me hurt--all over.

Every day, I discover soy.  I discover it by getting sick.  I haven't read the ingredients close enough.  I made assumptions, and we all know what that means!

Canned tuna.  It never occurred to me to looked.  Caned tuna--tuna and water, right?  Wrong.  Tuna water and soy.  SICK.  Pain!

Chicken broth.  I thought, well, there would chicken broth in the can--like I make, with chicken water and salt.  Nope.  It has soy.  Sick.  PAIN!

Margarine.  It all has soy now.  I'm allergic ("sensitive") to both soy and dairy.  Can you find a margarine anywhere with neither soy nor dairy?  Nope.

Crackers.  Chips.  Soy!  Pain. 

Always pain, and more pain.  I could go on.  Last night, Graham tried to find me something in the house I could eat, a snack of some kind.  He made hundreds of suggestions.  They ALL had soy.  Keith made me spahetti.  The sauce had soy in it.  SICK.  Pain.  Hurt.  OW!  WAHN!

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I am certain of nothing but the Heart's affections and the truth of the Imagination- John Keats
Mary

Ice Along the River

Ice Along the River, photo by Mary Stebbins. This was at Belle Isle a year ago--it's much warmer now. Click on image to view larger. 

The Rash Again

Since I am always complaining about my troubles, I'd like to mention that the rash that has been plaguing me is almost entirely gone--not quite, but almost. It's had its ups and downs but has nearlly faded now. AND my fibro is pretty mild too. (However, my insomnia was pretty bad last night! AK!)

And by the way, we finished the book with the boy (Rob) and the rash (The Tiger Rising). It was very good, but the ending was a little too predictable. WAHN!