Celiac Diseaser's Version of YOLO

I have 2 words for you. 2 glorious words that any person in thier school years will appreciate as much as a snow day....SPRING BREAK! Bring on the kegs, suburns, day drinking, oceans, wet t-shirt contests. Just kidding! This is may be some people's spring breaks but I have yet to have one that consisted any of these things, except for sunburns and oceans. And this upcoming spring break is the last one I will ever experience.

The other day my dad asked if I wanted to come visit him in South Carolina for my spring break. I was totally for it! And now he's talking about us potentially visiting my uncle in St. Thomas for a couple days on top of that. Sounds like a dream come true, right?

I reveled in this dream vacation to come until I realized that this would be my first vacation since being diagnosed with Celiac Disease. My dad has only seen me once since my diagnosis and he was saying things like "You'll grow out of this within 7 years I bet." and "Good thing there's not a pill to fix it because it sucks having to be reliant on something." Moral of the story is: He simply doesn't get it. So I am willingly putting my tummy on a Russian Roulette in a foreign place for 5 days where we will be eating at restaurants for basically every meal (my dad doesn't cook). If that's not YOLO then I don't know what is.

I am excited yet very nervous about my spring break. Being the planner I am, I have already started looking up resaurants that have gluten free menus in Columbia, South Carolina and now I have to attempt to do that for St. Thomas. I'll make sure to pack a lot of pepto bismol, tums, and immodium. And you better know that I'll be blogging about it when I get back!

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