1. Confession time. Shortly after my post yesterday, about kicking the behind of one c-e-l-i-a-c disease? I started having crazy, "just got glutened" stomach pains that pretty much relegated me to my couch most of the night. I feel much better today, so I don't know what's up with that, but I'm incredibly suspicious of the salad dressing I had at lunch. That's what I get for trying to eat healthy. Should've just gone for a hand full of Kisses.
2. Since I'm on a confession kick, I'm just going to put this out there. I hate tea. Well, maybe not hate it, but seriously don't like it. Not hot tea anyway. Ever since I was a hipster-before-there-were-hipsters teenager reading Edith Wharton and dreaming of the PhD in literature that I'd have by 26, I romanticized the concept of tea drinking. It just seems so artsy and cool. And there are so many varieties of tea in my house right now that I make Teavana look like a lunch cart operation. But I can't even tell you the last time I made a cup of tea and actually drank it. Every few months I get on a kick where I decide I'm going to enjoy a nice cuppa to unwind before bed (usually, I'm also hard at work typing up my latest novel in these imagined scenarios), and some nights, I will go so far as to boil up the water in my shiny red tea kettle. But the minute water hits tea bag, I lose all interest. With sugar. Without sugar. With honey. In a special mug. Doesn't matter. Still sits there, lonely and sad, until it gets cold and I dump it out. So now it's out there. Tea will be reserved for times of illness, or for icing in the summer. And I guess my hipster-writer fantasies will just have to start featuring ginger ale or, gulp, plain ol' H2O.
3. I never really posted about my results from U of C in December, but everything came back looking good, so good, in fact, that my double whammy of fun (endoscopy and colonoscopy, gulp) has been postponed. Yaaaaaay! Turns out, some of my pain has non-celiac basis - my hip is all goofed up because of a genetic quirk and being on my tail end all day at work. My hand issue looks to be carpal tunnel. Also probably from work. Moral of the story? Become independently wealthy and stop working. Or, become more active. My way sounds more fun.
Rock on, my gluten-free homies.