Gluten Free Bread Dough and Secret Bone Spurs

Not much going on with me. Got the Superbowl on Sunday. No body parts going too rogue on me.

Oh, one thing. I have made my first gluten-free crust. Finally. First off, I found out that the food I was making for the Superbowl had to be gluten-free. Okay. Good luck finding crescent roll dough that IS gluten-free...because. there. isn't. any.

So I'm thinking to myself, all right. I'll use something else. But there isn't anything else. Okay. I'll make it from scratch.

HA HA HA HA HA

Because that requires about 20 bucks worth of ingredients ON TOP of what I already had to buy for putting on the crust.

So I bought the gluten-free flour today for about 10 bucks. Couldn't find the xanthan gum. Oh, well. I will find it somewhere.

I get to the second store...and lo and behold, they have gluten-free dough mix with the xanthan mixed in.

Curses.

So I bought that.

And I cooked that up tonight and that's going to be my crust.

After all the rigmarole, this had better be a damn decent crust or little Becky is not going to be happy.

That's about it. I also found out recently that I have interesting medical records. I'm trying to round them all up so that I don't have to spend 15 years explaining my medical history the next time I go to see a doctor.

Turns out I have a bone spur on my distal clavicle (I know that's the collarbone, but I have no idea which side or end it's on yet. I'm still working out distal from proximal. I'm a librarian, NOT a doctor.)

(Ah. It's the end that leans on your shoulder blade, not the end that notches at the base of your neck.)

(And while I figured it was the right one (because that shoulder has always been more trouble than the left) I looked again and it WAS the right one, underneath the collarbone next to the shoulder.)

No one told me about this. I have more damage from the arthritis and no one even told me. How am I supposed to explain my conditions if I don't know the half of what's going on? OI. I had to go order my medical records in order to even find this out.

I can't WAIT to see what my hometown hospital's got on me. They have most of my records, from the day I was born up until last summer. Could be real interesting. I want to see the one from third grade where they didn't tell me about my red blood cells being messed up (I didn't hear about it till I was 16 and was getting sick! Surprise!)

Now the next time I go to the doctor, I will definitely mention the bone spur on my collarbone, along with the stuff I can remember.

I have to get to bed, so night everyone.

Ta,
Bec