It's Thursday the 18th, Not Friday the 13th!

Apparently, today is a day for accidents.

So far today I have:

1. Opened the oven to check on the chicken I was cooking and practically scorched my eyeballs with the heat. Took an hour and a half for them to stop watering.

2. Walloped my head on the air conditioner as I went to take the trash out (chicken parts are not a nice smell after a couple days, so this was a preemptive strike.) I hit it on the right side, of course, because that's where I got whammed two years ago with a 2x4 at Grandma's. So I now have a swollen line where I bapped it this morning and it's probably going to hurt for a couple of days.

3. Bought a bar of chocolate at the Dollar Store and stabbed myself in the mouth with a piece. It's only a little sore.

It's not 10 in the morning yet and I'm not looking to increase my litany of injuries anymore. I am sitting on the couch and I am not moving until I leave to go to the GI doctor at noon.

BUT the chicken for the a la king is cooked, even if I have to freeze it to keep it nice. I have the pan I need for the bar cookies I have to bake for tomorrow. AND I got my stupid chocolate craving covered again (two days of wanting something dark and chocolate in my face is a long time.)

Now I'm going to watch Supernatural because "Carry On My Wayward Son" is playing. And Dean and Sam are gorgeous.

And I'm going to take a couple Tylenol because my head is absolutely aching.

Ta,
Bec

PS: Just got back from the GI. Not much help there. Apparently if I'd had a blood test right when I went off gluten, we would have been better off. Now the doc thinks that the antibodies that react to gluten might not show up because I was off it for six weeks.

I am running a small and fearsome test whereby I ate two pieces of white bread. I am sitting here waiting to explode. I want to know for myself, since the blood test they're going to run might not tell me anything anyway. This is the most controlled I can make the test-no other foods, just bread and just two slices. If I'm going to have a reaction, I might as well know what's up.

I've also lost 13 pounds since the summer started-I'm down to 122. That's the lowest I've been in a decade. The doctor told me if I lose ten more I have to call him. I'm worried about losing even five more-120 is supposed to be the low end for my height and size. Suppose I'll have to buy a bathroom scale.

It's been about a half-hour. So far a little stomach complaint but nothing much. I'm going to wait another half-hour before calling this better. Maybe I need to eat more of it to get a reaction.

If I'm better again, if my stomach was upset because of the pesticides I was spraying around in here and now because the spray hasn't been used in two months maybe my system recovered itself and now I'm not gluten intolerant. I'm going to be careful in pushing it for awhile, however-no big pizza meals for a couple of weeks until I'm sure that my system is fine. I'll work my way back to normal.

And then I'm going to have the biggest goddamn pasta dinner you've ever seen in your LIVES.

And a sub sandwich.

And an oatmeal cookie thing.

AND a Polvorone. A box of them.

Maybe two boxes.

Ta,
Bec

PPS: Been almost an hour. Nothing. I am assuming either there wasn't enough to react to or I'm not reacting because, well, I'm not reacting.

I'm getting a sub sandwich tomorrow and we'll see if my system goes on the blink again.

PPPS: Burned myself with cookie batter tonight. Least there were hours inbetween the injuries. It's a mild burn; smart, resourceful me whipped around with the batter on my hand and stuck it under the faucet in about three seconds. The side of my palm was a touch scorched.

By the way, THOSE cookies wound up so stuck together I decided against taking them in for the party tomorrow, but the second type worked out fine even when I forgot an ingredient (butterscotch chips) and I had to get them in at the last second (melted them and sort of put them over everything else.) Not pretty, but the chips are in the cookies now, so good enough.

And I am still confused as to how exactly, on my week OFF where I did a lot of sitting around and eating (and *cough* watching Supernatural *cough*), HOW I lost the 5 or 6 pounds I had when I was weighed a few weeks ago. And here I was feeling guilty for all that salsa and chips I was eating and the midnight salad and the microwave popcorn. Guess I should have kept going.

Where did it all GO? Must I sit and eat all weekend? Am I gonna keep dropping pounds or am I at the end of this business?

I made the mistake of telling Mom in a phone message about this (they're on vacation till Sunday.) No doubt she will call the minute she gets to the answer phone and yell at me for not sitting and eating enough or something. She might even march down here and stuff cookies in my mouth just to puff me back up (as if I can't do that well enough by myself-I wasn't just going to throw all those stuck together ones AWAY!)

I can practically hear everyone in the Senior Choir and every old lady that isn't in the Senior Choir calling me to make sure I'm eating enough. I'll have them sending me gift pears or something. Gift baskets full of shortbread and those little Christmas sausage and cheese things and pickles or something. I just hope Mom doesn't tell them. I don't want anyone to worry. I'm doing that enough.