When I moved here it was to help my parents and get help with the boys. That way work/travel isn't an issue. Fair trade really.
The food dept was the fight. My father is pretty mellow and tries most anything. His problem was he hates to cook/eat alone. Not many people do.
My mother is another story. Hated most anything healthy other than dried food. I'm good at patrolling my diabetes. But, the milk allergy is another story.you have 3 choices:
1. Trust that there isn't dairy.
2. Make everything yourself.
3. Everything will be dry.
They've learned the milk allergy is not a joke.... the hard way.
So, here's the twist. Last week, I had to take punk and my mother to the Dr. Knew they'd send her to er. So, we went there instead. Fun drive: 2 sick people and I'd had to call off work anyway due to ice. Punk couldn't go back for 2 days. So, I used 2 of the many personal days I never use.
I take D to school the next day. Get back home and am told that mom needs to go back to the er.
The previous day, they never questioned that she could have k stones or diabetes. Like out of control diabetes.
So, life has changed here. In a good way. Though, it is weird having to explain from square 1 about the diet/lifestyle.
