Life is never dull, is it? The damned celiac causes such a nasty reaction when Daniel is glutened. I kept telling Matt to get Daniel to sip some soda, and Daniel kept saying that his stomach hurt too much to take a sip. I finally told him to just take a swig and hold it in his mouth for a minute. Let the sugar cross the membranes -- it would help keep his blood sugar from dropping precariously low. That, plus a pixie stick, kept him out of the hospital last night.
The worst was that Daniel felt so damned guilty about this. He asked the food vendor about the lamb he ordered, but didn't think to ask about the rice. And even though what I think of as *real* rice pilaf does not have pasta in it, the rice he ordered must have had it. They put in pasta that looks like pine nuts.
I told him that it is certainly a lesson learned, and I'm sorry that it was such a tough lesson. But that he has to remember that 95% of the people he asks about food will know nothing about gluten. Or they may think, "yeah, I know someone who can't eat bread." But they won't think about pasta, or soy sauce, or barley malt, or some of the other things that can cause a reaction. So Daniel has to be on top of all this information, or just go to a place that advertises gluten-free food.
It sucks, and it's more than he should have to deal with. But the good news is that he was able to get some sleep after midnight, and was fine at breakfast. He had a low after breakfast, but a minor one, and moved on. He's with the gang, field-tripping through Boston, having a ball.