There are a couple things about me that family and friends just forget. It’s not deliberate on their part- I think it’s just that my needs/tastes have changed and they’re probably remembering a me that hasn’t been around for a long time:
- I can’t eat red meat or pork. It’s not by choice- trust me, I miss bacon and steak and ostrich, but “just one bite” has some unpleasant consequences, so please don’t push (and don’t let me be tempted!). At the same time, don’t worry about making something I can eat- I have very few limitations otherwise, and I’m very laid back about food- I’m perfectly happy noshing on sides and you really don’t need to go out of your way for me. People have been going out of their way for special meals lately and I know they do it because they love me, but I hate to be a bother.
- I am allergic to garlic. Like red meat, it’s not by choice, but in this case “just a taste” can land me in hospital. This is non-negotiable.
- I don’t drink alcohol at all any more. I have the option to drink it in very limited quantities (a glass a month), but I usually choose not to; I don’t miss it, and it’s not worth the health risks. Hubby will be happy to drink the bottle of white wine you gave us, but please don’t be offended if the red wine is regifted.
- If you see me dozing off at a social gathering, ask me if I want to get a breath of fresh air. I’m not bored and/or being rude, I’m just exhausted. This is sometimes a problem at work for which I don’t yet have a solution.