{"id":6816,"date":"2023-09-07T06:40:21","date_gmt":"2023-09-07T10:40:21","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/hyperthinking.us\/weblog\/?page_id=6816"},"modified":"2023-09-10T11:20:22","modified_gmt":"2023-09-10T15:20:22","slug":"my-sad-story","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/hyperthinking.us\/weblog\/lifestyle\/my-sad-story\/","title":{"rendered":"My Sad Story"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<div class=\"wp-block-columns is-layout-flex wp-container-core-columns-is-layout-28f84493 wp-block-columns-is-layout-flex\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:100%\"><figure style=\"aspect-ratio:1;height:500px; padding-top:var(--wp--preset--spacing--30);padding-bottom:var(--wp--preset--spacing--30);padding-left:var(--wp--preset--spacing--30);padding-right:var(--wp--preset--spacing--30);\" class=\"aligncenter wp-block-post-featured-image\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"890\" height=\"890\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/hyperthinking.us\/weblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/MeLizzietheRot-fixed.jpg?resize=890%2C890&#038;ssl=1\" class=\"attachment-post-thumbnail size-post-thumbnail wp-post-image\" alt=\"\" style=\"border-radius:33px;border-style:none;border-width:0px;width:100%;height:100%;object-fit:cover;\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/hyperthinking.us\/weblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/MeLizzietheRot-fixed.jpg?w=890&amp;ssl=1 890w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/hyperthinking.us\/weblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/MeLizzietheRot-fixed.jpg?resize=500%2C500&amp;ssl=1 500w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/hyperthinking.us\/weblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/MeLizzietheRot-fixed.jpg?resize=150%2C150&amp;ssl=1 150w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/hyperthinking.us\/weblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/MeLizzietheRot-fixed.jpg?resize=768%2C768&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/hyperthinking.us\/weblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/MeLizzietheRot-fixed.jpg?resize=50%2C50&amp;ssl=1 50w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 890px) 100vw, 890px\" data-attachment-id=\"5515\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/hyperthinking.us\/weblog\/melizzietherot-fixed\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/hyperthinking.us\/weblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/MeLizzietheRot-fixed.jpg?fit=890%2C890&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"890,890\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;1&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Me&amp;#038;LizzietheRot-fixed\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/hyperthinking.us\/weblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/MeLizzietheRot-fixed.jpg?fit=890%2C890&amp;ssl=1\" \/><span class=\"wp-block-post-featured-image__overlay has-background-dim has-background-dim-60 has-custom-color-1-background-color\" style=\"border-radius:33px;border-style:none;border-width:0px\" aria-hidden=\"true\"><\/span><\/figure><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<hr class=\"wp-block-separator has-alpha-channel-opacity is-style-dots\"\/>\n\n\n\n<p>I was born in July 1966 in Pennsylvania. 5th child in my family. My mother overwrought with stress\/mental breakdown before the holiday season and I was left with my siblings and father while she went to her sister&#8217;s home in another State to recover.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image aligncenter size-medium\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"332\" height=\"500\" data-attachment-id=\"5135\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/hyperthinking.us\/weblog\/me-1-year-hands-in-front-s\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/hyperthinking.us\/weblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/Me-1-Year-hands-in-front-s.png?fit=531%2C800&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"531,800\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Me 1 Year hands in front s\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/hyperthinking.us\/weblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/Me-1-Year-hands-in-front-s.png?fit=531%2C800&amp;ssl=1\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/hyperthinking.us\/weblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/Me-1-Year-hands-in-front-s.png?resize=332%2C500&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-5135\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/hyperthinking.us\/weblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/Me-1-Year-hands-in-front-s.png?resize=332%2C500&amp;ssl=1 332w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/hyperthinking.us\/weblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/Me-1-Year-hands-in-front-s.png?w=531&amp;ssl=1 531w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 332px) 100vw, 332px\" \/><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">One year old<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>Not even 6 month old, and who knows what I felt exactly. All I know is there is a birth picture of me in the hospital and then 1 year old Portrait. Nothing between.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image aligncenter size-medium\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"357\" height=\"500\" data-attachment-id=\"5136\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/hyperthinking.us\/weblog\/me-scan-in-photoshop-4x6\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/hyperthinking.us\/weblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/me-scan-in-photoshop-4x6-1.png?fit=607%2C850&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"607,850\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"me scan in photoshop-4&amp;#215;6\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/hyperthinking.us\/weblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/me-scan-in-photoshop-4x6-1.png?fit=607%2C850&amp;ssl=1\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/hyperthinking.us\/weblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/me-scan-in-photoshop-4x6-1.png?resize=357%2C500&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-5136\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/hyperthinking.us\/weblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/me-scan-in-photoshop-4x6-1.png?resize=357%2C500&amp;ssl=1 357w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/hyperthinking.us\/weblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/me-scan-in-photoshop-4x6-1.png?w=607&amp;ssl=1 607w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 357px) 100vw, 357px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>I was a blond girl with green eyes. Introverted, but just what I was &#8230; ends up INTp, ILI, ILI-ni.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image aligncenter size-medium\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"500\" height=\"365\" data-attachment-id=\"5150\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/hyperthinking.us\/weblog\/siblings-1972-2\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/hyperthinking.us\/weblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/Siblings-1972-1.png?fit=800%2C584&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"800,584\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Siblings 1972\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/hyperthinking.us\/weblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/Siblings-1972-1.png?fit=800%2C584&amp;ssl=1\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/hyperthinking.us\/weblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/Siblings-1972-1.png?resize=500%2C365&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-5150\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/hyperthinking.us\/weblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/Siblings-1972-1.png?resize=500%2C365&amp;ssl=1 500w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/hyperthinking.us\/weblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/Siblings-1972-1.png?resize=768%2C561&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/hyperthinking.us\/weblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/Siblings-1972-1.png?w=800&amp;ssl=1 800w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 500px) 100vw, 500px\" \/><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">My Siblings and me in 1972, huge family argument right before this photo shoot. About what? I don&#8217;t know just super stressful.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>I was always so itchy, wool sweaters, but not limited to that, itchy just itchy just itchy. And ticklish. Nope a steel skinned non-ticklish person. So yes, itchy inside and on the outside, but no human could push me into ticklish territory. Make me laugh, yes, but never that uncontrollable OMG of tickling.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>It&#8217;s an important theme for me. Itchy, non-tickled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Later, around 10 years of age,  I was getting headaches, doctor said, oh just a family trait. {thanks doc.}<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Headaches hurt. Mine eventually turned to Migraines in my teens.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>All that time occasional maddening fits from my father caused massive turmoil in the family. My mother was neurotic from it or something.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I was picked on and messed with wrongly. I hated\/loved my father. Ick.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>When I was 13 when trauma hit, my father moved us to Florida. I went kicking and screaming.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>PMS and menstrual misery, it was so bad. Motrin saved me eventually. Prescription. When I didn&#8217;t have any, it was torture. Finally some time later ibuprofen became over-the-counter, so I was addicted to it, for Migraine, PMS, cramps, aches, etc.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I was allergic to strawberry. I discovered eating them made my tongue swell and get sore.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Spinach too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Both things I liked. I set them aside forever in my early teens. In Florida I developed a post-nasal drip after a week of rain. I started getting Spring Allergies.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I had allergy tests in the 1980&#8217;s Mold was my major one. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I had prescription antihistamines. Always needed a -D variant.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I got married in 1992. First baby in 1996, then 1998, 2000, and 2007. In 2004 I lost an early pregnancy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>My 1998 baby was a girl, my sickest time. I finally got better after she was born. I felt ugly and awful. I said she stole my beauty. It returned after awhile.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>My boys are 3. All my others, in other words, were awesome times. I felt great, less Migraines, overall wellbeing very nice. My last boy, in 2007 was the worst of the three as pregnancies go, I had more migraines, and some general yuck feeling here and there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Years go by, my allergies were not only Spring type, Autumn too. The ALL YEAR but worse in Autumn. In the 2000&#8217;s I was suffering all the time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>In the 20-teens I took Advil a lot. I lived on it. In 2018 I came to my senses and stopped taking Advil and have been battling inflammation ever since.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>In 2019 I had red eye rims and full bloodshot eyes all the time and I felt horrible. I started AIP, started getting better, got that symptom under control, but &#8230;. I just couldn&#8217;t lose the weight I had tacked on from my 2007 pregnancy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Tried KETO then, lost some weight, then stalled. Stopped KETO.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I had times of hives, here and there, come and go. All my life. The last 4 to 5 years I get them from sleeping, from showing, from getting hot. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I always had a tough time with heat. Florida is the worst place to put me with a heat stroke sort of feature set.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>How I lived through school, I don&#8217;t know. One school had PE at NOON, running track in full sun. I&#8217;d end up in the locker room throwing up and red and hive-y and feeling like my insides were turning out. Flopped on the floor unable to stand, miserable and NEVER did anyone care about me or my condition.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>How did I live through that, I still don&#8217;t know. Just wouldn&#8217;t want anyone else to go through that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I have had so many symptoms all over the place, but it&#8217;s precise that I can say strawberries, spinach are my worst, along with mushrooms and mold.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>So one of my favorite cheeses is bleu cheese. I love tomatoes, I love chocolate. I love peanut butter and chocolate. I learned to love Avocado more recently.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I love fermented but don&#8217;t eat anything just because it&#8217;s fermented. I love vinegars and sour cream and cultured things. I love yeast bread. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Tomato dishes leftover are fantastic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>All the things above are High-Histamine or Histamine-Liberators or DAO Dampeners.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I stopped eating all Nightshades when AIP, I limited tomatoes before that for a long time, nearly all meals I made had some form of tomato sauce or paste in it heavy use or minor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Cooking without tomato is difficult. Take away white potatoes too. Now everything is a chore to figure out for family dinners.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Come fully into the future, the Now. Histamine Intolerance: Potatoes are not the worst, it&#8217;s Tomatoes, but not sweet peppers, and that means I can have some interesting things at least.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Leftovers are for others, not for me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I have to cook and eat or cook and freeze for later, or better yet prep all my eating into fresh kits to freeze. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I still feel like I don&#8217;t get enough sleep nor enough food to eat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I&#8217;m bashing my head for stable non-stressful living and my husband just mucks it up all the time. I can&#8217;t live anymore.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I need a solid 1 month eating NON-Histamine and NON-Inflammatory foods only. Then I can really see what&#8217;s what, but sadly, I don&#8217;t live in a vacuum, so that is never happening.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p> Trying new things, some seem promising, but fail me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Now getting to the bottom of it, digestion, guts alone. Baseline to figure out what I truly need supplement-wise to function as normal as possible.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Scary times. Inflammation, not something I ever want to have (don&#8217;t look up what it can lead too, it will scare the sleep right out of you.) Sinus issues, so sick of them. Lack of energy. Sometimes I feel better for a day, or part of a day, or a couple of days in a row. Instantly dispelled if hubby causes an emotional rollercoaster ride, as he has done for years now. It&#8217;s a circle jerk, right back to the top of this paragraph. Round and round it goes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I feel like my life is devolving to when I was a kid. Scared and alone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I&#8217;m on Day 3 of a 60-day protocol, eat meals, take supplements especially for this protocol. It&#8217;s a very hard row to hoe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<hr class=\"wp-block-separator has-alpha-channel-opacity is-style-dots\"\/>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Maisy <\/strong><br \/><em>September 7, 2023<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I was born in July 1966 in Pennsylvania. 5th child in my family. My mother overwrought with stress\/mental breakdown before the holiday season and I was left with my siblings and father while she went to her sister&#8217;s home in another State to recover. 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