I FINALLY did my morning routine this morning. It's either run the red light or just don't do anything. Ugh. . .I feel awful. I absolutely need to call the manager of the restaurant we went to Monday night. At least for the FIRST time, I had a normal bowel movement. . .**happy dances**. That's such an amazing rare thing. Heh, things to get excited about, who knew. **smirk**
We're stripping our kitchen down this weekend. Hubby will put up a few more shelves in the pantry - we're disc
The books came in the mail yesterday. I bought these: (from (Company Name Removed - They Spammed This Forum and are Banned) - though I was a little frustrated with the delivery time. I should have ordered them from my local book store and kept the money here in town, they would have gotten here the same day despite my paying extra to get them here faster.)
Celiac Disease: A Hidden Epidemic
The First Year: Celiac Disease and Living Gluten-Free: An Essential Guide for the Newly Diagnosed
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We're back from seeing the kids.
Youngest son thinks his mother is a 'whack job' because there's something wrong with her AGAIN. Actually. . .this is the only thing that's BEEN wrong. Get misdiagnosed too many times and it ruins any future reality of what's truly wrong.
Sigh.
And this is a whole heck of a lot easier to deal with that the OTHER THIINGS.
Grrrr.
I have a headache.
I'm going to bed.
Saturday morning. I have a long day ahead of me. I'm going back down to Chattanooga where my children are to spend some time with them. My daughter and her fiance are staying with my youngest son for the week.
We are all supposed to go over to my daughter-in-law's (youngest son's wife) family for a cook out tonight. Heh. . .it's supposed to be raining today/tonight, so I don't know how that will turn out. I had to kick myself in the brain to remember that I need to prepare something t
I'm frustrated. I bought gluten free corn bread mix. . .made gluten free corn bread - and got glutted. I hurt. **Grrrr.**
Last year they diagnosed me with a form of dystrophy - put me on all sorts of drugs, steroids - did all sorts of medical procedures. . .just to finally figure out I was misdiagnosed AGAIN. This year. . . grief, I'm getting to be afraid of the New Years. What next?
Sigh.
I so don't feel good.
I ordered a few Celiac books off of Amazon tonight. Mayb
I'm tired. If I could go to bed right now, I would in a heartbeat. Sigh. I'll be glad when the fatigue begins to lift. My brain has too much energy for my body to be in slow-mo.
I picked up a grinder today. . .actually two, because I don't know which one will work better. One will have to go back. . . or not. . . if I can talk my husband into the fact that we neeeeeeed a new coffee grinder, any way. Unfortunately, I think THAT's the grinder that will work the best, so the other one
I've been thinking about converting my kitchen into a gluten-free kitchen - especially after yesterday **rolls eyes** - running to the bathroom all morning when I'd MUCH rather be at church is not my idea of how to spend a Sunday morning. Nope. **shakes head**
I had an apple for dinner last night. I need to lose 50 lbs (now 43) from last year's misdiagnosis fiasco. . . but still, I'd rather lose the weight in a healthy way. This isn't it. I've lost seven pounds in the last two days.
I went to my neighbor's house this morning to gab a bit before we went to the flea market. I was offered a cup of coffee, and politely turned it down. It was flavored coffee - and I just really didn't want to go into their kitchen and study the ingredients. I drank a glass of water and enjoyed the conversation.
Then we went to the flea market. I'm a whole three days old of thinking about what goes into my mouth. I haven't read labels in years. I figured a soda would be fine if it was c
