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Jun. 12th, 2016 11:27 amApparently I had four blood tests done for celiac rather than two. The ones I saw first were ordered by my primary care doctor who released the results to me immediately. The other two were ordered by the gastroenterologist who didn't release the results but left that to happen automatically some time between 11 p.m. last night and 10 a.m. this morning. My primary care doctor ordered tissue transglutaminase IgA and IgG. Both were under 1 U/mL. The gastroenterologist ordered deamidated gliadin IgA and IgG tests which were also both under 1 U/mL.
I'm really not feeling great right now. I ran out of coffee creamer yesterday and didn't get more (I'm annoyed with myself because I had two opportunities). I can't drink coffee without creamer because the bitterness burns and leaves me feeling sick, and almond milk doesn't help at all. I just can't. We don't have anything else with comparable caffeine levels in the house, and it's likely to be three or four hours before Scott does the shopping. He doesn't think it's at all urgent. I've got black tea sitting next to me as I wait for it to cool enough that I can drink it. I'm just less keen on that than I would be in cooler weather. I'm also not sure how many cups of it I will need to get the amount of caffeine I'm used to. Tea is so hugely variable that way.
We headed up to Scott's parents' place around 11 yesterday morning. Scott and his father left less than an hour later to play nine holes. Cordelia, Scott's mother, and I put prices on all of the stuff for the yard sale that had fit in the trunk of our car once Scott's golf clubs were there. That only took about twenty minutes because we're putting all of the VHS, CDs, and DVDs (all two of them) in boxes labeled 4 for $1. Scott's parents will likely offer them for free on the last day of the sale.
We had salads with chicken for lunch, and I wilted pretty quickly. I managed to finish the book I'd brought, but I only had forty pages left to go, so that's not such a huge accomplishment. I lay down for a little in their spare bedroom, but I couldn't sleep.
We stopped for milkshakes on the way home because Scott was pretty sure neither he nor I would make it otherwise. We had dinner at Bob Evans. I'm not sure it was wise because Scott kept getting confused about where we were going and put that down to being tired. He turned right instead of left at the bottom of the hill, for example, and didn't hear correctly when Cordelia said she wanted pancakes and so wanted to go to Bob Evans. He thought she said she didn't want pancakes which would mean that Applebee's (which is much closer) would be fine.
Service at the Bob Evans was pretty terrible. Our food took more than half an hour to arrive, and our waitress failed to check to see if we needed anything in that time. We really wanted more water. The waitress who had the tables to either side of ours kept refilling their water and ignoring us (which made me wonder if she disliked our waitress or something).
Scott and I went out and did some Ingress after dinner. Some folks from the other faction had taken the science center the night before, so we took most of it back. There's one portal that can be wiped out from outside the woods but can't be captured unless you go in a couple of minutes walk. It was late enough for bugs to be out, so we thought we'd leave that for today.
I haven't done any writing in the last few days. I really don't think I'm going to finish this story by next Sunday. I just don't see how I can. It's only 2/3 as long as it needs to be, so I can't just declare an arbitrary ending. I'm still feeling exhausted and draggy. Sleeping isn't helping. My muscles feel like everything I do is three times as much effort as it ought to be.
I'm really not feeling great right now. I ran out of coffee creamer yesterday and didn't get more (I'm annoyed with myself because I had two opportunities). I can't drink coffee without creamer because the bitterness burns and leaves me feeling sick, and almond milk doesn't help at all. I just can't. We don't have anything else with comparable caffeine levels in the house, and it's likely to be three or four hours before Scott does the shopping. He doesn't think it's at all urgent. I've got black tea sitting next to me as I wait for it to cool enough that I can drink it. I'm just less keen on that than I would be in cooler weather. I'm also not sure how many cups of it I will need to get the amount of caffeine I'm used to. Tea is so hugely variable that way.
We headed up to Scott's parents' place around 11 yesterday morning. Scott and his father left less than an hour later to play nine holes. Cordelia, Scott's mother, and I put prices on all of the stuff for the yard sale that had fit in the trunk of our car once Scott's golf clubs were there. That only took about twenty minutes because we're putting all of the VHS, CDs, and DVDs (all two of them) in boxes labeled 4 for $1. Scott's parents will likely offer them for free on the last day of the sale.
We had salads with chicken for lunch, and I wilted pretty quickly. I managed to finish the book I'd brought, but I only had forty pages left to go, so that's not such a huge accomplishment. I lay down for a little in their spare bedroom, but I couldn't sleep.
We stopped for milkshakes on the way home because Scott was pretty sure neither he nor I would make it otherwise. We had dinner at Bob Evans. I'm not sure it was wise because Scott kept getting confused about where we were going and put that down to being tired. He turned right instead of left at the bottom of the hill, for example, and didn't hear correctly when Cordelia said she wanted pancakes and so wanted to go to Bob Evans. He thought she said she didn't want pancakes which would mean that Applebee's (which is much closer) would be fine.
Service at the Bob Evans was pretty terrible. Our food took more than half an hour to arrive, and our waitress failed to check to see if we needed anything in that time. We really wanted more water. The waitress who had the tables to either side of ours kept refilling their water and ignoring us (which made me wonder if she disliked our waitress or something).
Scott and I went out and did some Ingress after dinner. Some folks from the other faction had taken the science center the night before, so we took most of it back. There's one portal that can be wiped out from outside the woods but can't be captured unless you go in a couple of minutes walk. It was late enough for bugs to be out, so we thought we'd leave that for today.
I haven't done any writing in the last few days. I really don't think I'm going to finish this story by next Sunday. I just don't see how I can. It's only 2/3 as long as it needs to be, so I can't just declare an arbitrary ending. I'm still feeling exhausted and draggy. Sleeping isn't helping. My muscles feel like everything I do is three times as much effort as it ought to be.
