Denied

It's been a rough couple of weeks for me. The re-election, the start of cold Cleveland weather, and then Judith on Joan of Arcadia dies, then Devon from Crossing Jordan gets killed off too.

And to top it all off I'm still trying battling a mysterious skin ailment, which at various times has been self-diagnosed as an allergic reaction, leprosy, scarlet fever, and flesh-eating disease. The doctors think it's just eczema with a staph infection, but they are from Kaiser and as such are practically useless. So as a last resort to clear up freaky rash, I started a hypoallergenic diet.

This is no small undertaking for Ladygoat. This is 10 whole days of only fruit for breakfast, and steamed or raw vegetables for lunch and dinner. No coffee, no dairy products, no acidic fruits like oranges or tomatoes. No bread or meat or chocolate. No spices, just olive oil and sea salt. This from someone who can barely give up Oreos for Lent every year.

It's day 3. I've had more broccoli than I care to disclose. And the 10-year old grilled sandwich with the Virgin Mary miraculously on it looks mighty good right now. But my hands looks almost human.