Thursday, February 27, 2014

Three Things Thursday

As I type this, I'm in the midst of tech week for the night of one act plays Luke and I are directing. I am fully convinced that doing a show is like childbirth - you don't remember the pain and exhaustion afterwards, otherwise no one would ever do it again.

1. I'm pretty sure the building we're performing in is haunted. As in, we were joking about the resident ghost and all the big lights went off. Because when you're in a hundred-plus year-old building by yourself at night, thinking it's haunted is totally helpful.

2. I am in desperate need of wine tonight, so when I made my errand run earlier today, I picked up a bottle. My trunk is full of show stuff, so I put the bags in the back seat. As I pull out of the lot, I'm thinking, geez, I must really want that wine, because I can smell it. Nope. The bottle got cracked somehow and now my back seat floor board is full of it. This is bad because a) open container laws and I don't want to go to jail and b) I really wanted that wine. Le sigh.

3. I've got nothing else but show stuff on my mind. So, for the third thing, if you could send positive thoughts to my cast and I this weekend, we'd love it. Word on the street is that we're sold out, so no pressure or anything!

Thursday, February 20, 2014

Three Things Thursday

Let's get back into a routine. Routine is nice. It's so ... reliable. This winter has been anything but routine, and to say I'm over it is an understatement. To try to get back into the swing of anything that isn't just barely existing until we thaw out, I'm bringing back Three Things.

Here's what's on my mind this week:

1. Gluten Free/Allergy Free Expo: I can't believe we're only about 6 weeks out from GFAF Expo this year. It seems like just yesterday I was hanging out with my GF peeps and stuffing my gullet with GF spinach pies. I'm excited to have been chosen as an official blogger again this year, and if you're interested in tickets, check out my sidebar for a great discount.

2. That's a negative, Captain: It was time for my semi-annual celiac blood screening a few weeks ago, and I got the results from my gastro this morning. I'm doing so well on my GF diet that all my indicators are negative. This means my diligence is paying off, and I'm not getting cross-contaminated. So, yay me. I feel like I need an intestine-shaped sticker or something.

3. Play on, players: I'm directing a series of one-acts that runs next weekend. While recovering from the sinus infection that will not end. I'm excited and terrified and hope this goes well. While it has nothing to do with gluten, or celiac, this is the thing that's been consuming my life for a couple of months, so I will be thrilled to see it come to fruition!

Friday, February 14, 2014

Absence Makes the Gut Grow Stronger

Happy Hokey Romance Gestures Day, my little gluten-free lovebugs. I hope you all are gorging yourselves silly on all the finest GF candy you can find. I'll be abstaining from my usual V-Day sugar coma, but more about that in a minute.

This week (Feb. 12, to be exact), my CD diagnosis hit it's terrible twos. So I figured it would be fitting to post about it, and pretend that I didn't just go off the grid for a couple months. It's winter. I'm hibernating. I've crocheted armloads of things, watched a lot of Doctor Who and rekindled my love of all things fleece.

Oh, and then there's the whole hypoglycemia thing.

I know. I know. How does someone whose diet rivals Buddy the Elf have low blood sugar? But apparently, it's a thing. I'm not a doctor, but something about dramatic swings in blood sugar from doing things like not eating all day and then making a box of cookies dinner. Yes, I know that is a bad choice. But sometimes you need candy. And cookies. And if you're me, that sometimes is all of the time. I kept rationalizing my spiraling sugar problem - "it's okay, I can't have gluten." Until things got so out of hand that I came damn near to blacking out a couple of times in less than a week. Off to the GP I went, and when she wasn't happy with my labs, she sent me to an endocrinologist. The good thing is that the endo's pretty convinced that my hypoglycemia is all a product of being a sugarmonster and not eating regularly, since there was nothing in my labs to indicate anything else wrong with me. Thyroid? Fine. Adrenal glands? I'm a cortisol-producing superstar. The bad thing is that it worked pretty well for three weeks, so now I have to "limit" my sugar intake indefinitely.

So, instead of hoovering an entire bag of Hershey's Kisses today, I will be celebrating the day o' St. Valentine by letting Luke cook me up a delightful dinner, and then promptly whooping his butt in Scrabble.

Because, sometimes, the best things in life aren't food.