Eggs

I'm not sure how widely known my intolerance for eggs is, but I guess for those who are not aware, I'll need a preface.

Preface:
 I love scrambled eggs, but over the past couple years, I've developed some sort of strange intolerance for them. If I eat scrambled eggs, over easy, sunny side up, etc. I become very ill afterwards. Why, I do not know. I am able to eat things that contain eggs, such as bread, cake, cookies, etc so this makes as much sense to me as it does you.

Now that the preface is out of the way, I'll begin at the beginning. Within my first few days, we had omelets one evening for dinner. I informed my host mother that I couldn't eat eggs because I had an allergy (because explaining what I just did in French is more complicated and not worth it). She said "okay" and left it at that. Over the past couple weeks, she slowly but surely tried to incorporate more eggs into the meals. With pasta dishes, she adds a raw egg or two. Now, I do not know this for sure, but I have been getting somewhat ill after I eat her pasta dishes (which are good, don't get me wrong). After tonight, I am even more suspicious that she does this - but I'll get to that shortly. I was asked this evening by my host brother whether I wanted eggs or cold sausage and chicken for dinner. I replied with the fact that I have an allergy, so I'll go with the sausage and chicken (I didn't like the sausage, but I figured it was better than an evening in the fetal position).
As I come downstairs, my mother notices I have the chicken and sausage instead of eggs. She comments. I say as a polite reminder, "Yes, I sort of have an allergy" to which she responds with "tu n'as pas une allergie". I look at her with a puzzled expression as she continues to tell me that I don't have an allergy because I ate eggs last night. Well, hmm. I don't remember eating eggs last night, the only thing we had was chicken and pasta. Pasta. That bitch evil woman tried to poison me. Now, because I hadn't mentioned I'd been getting sick after her pasta dishes, she must now think I am making the allergy up in order to get out of eating some sort of food I don't like. Fantastic.
For dessert she suggests I try this flan-like concoction. Then she "remembers" it contains whipped egg whites and informs me of this in a slightly exasperated manner. A sarcastic, passive-aggressive mother. Fabulous.

On top of that little gem to finish off my shitty less than spectacular 3 weeks day, the guy I gave my number to in order to "practice english" has been calling me nonstop today. My phone is on silent, so when I checked my missed calls today, I saw that he had called me a minimum of 4 times since 2pm today.

To fill you in: I ate lunch alone yesterday in the Rabelais. Correction: I ate lunch alone for 5 minutes. The guy sitting across from me suggested that we should talk because it was a waste to sit by each other and not converse. Okay, I'll give him that. So we chatted for a few minutes, after which he asked for my phone number, adding "to practice my english" hastily to the end of the statement. I don't know what the international rules are for asking for a girl's number, but I'm now fairly sure he didn't just have "practicing english" on his mind.