Good! Louie's half Chinese. We can toast twice!

Blessed be,
Baha

He came very close to anaphylaxis, but we caught it in time. And as if that
weren't bad enough, when he digests the offending seafood it tears his
stomach up; he'll be in "the reading room" so long he'll be easily able to
polish off War And Peace. I think it must be progressivly getting worse; last
time this happened, maybe three or four years ago, the whole nasty business
lasted a few hours, not a few days, and we didn't have to go to the ER. We
knew he was allergic, but I didn't know the big thing of fried rice had
shrimp in it. We had four big boxes of stuff we were going through over the
weekend, and hadn't touched the fried rice until late Monday night and
Tuesday morning. When it was served at my company's party I didn't take any
because I was going to another function after work, where they were serving
dinner; I didn't want to make a pig of myself. I feel quite the jack@$$ right
now, to be honest; I knew there were spring rolls with shrimp on the menu, so
why shouldn't it have occurred to me that other things might have the
troublesome little devils? Louie's okay though--thank God--just wiped out
from the round of antihistamines he was prescribed.

As to religion, Louie is a traditional-practicing Sikh, and I practice what
can best be called a Sikh-Nordic syncresis; the values of Sikhism and those
of what some call Odinism overlap quite a bit, and I found in recent times
that I need a different structure of worship than my husband. I just really,
really like to study other religions and practices!

Blessed be,
Baha