Day Six:

I don't know where the day went today, but my head is still spinning and I'm too tired to write. I went for my Rheumatologist visit and have no idea where I am or where I'm headed.  Everything makes me a "complex" case (of course), so nothing is clear cut.  The only great news I got was that nothing "else" is wrong... right now.  Woohoo.  But where does that leave me?  I need the genetic test for Celiac but don't know if insurance will pay for it. Super! A biopsy, like the one I already went for a year and a half ago, may not be definitive in my case. Wonderful! So now I just wait. For what, I don't exactly know.

Today I'm more frustrated than I have been in a few days, so I feel like I've taken two steps back.  I feel like I'm getting somewhat used to eating this diet now, but even still I can't help but wonder how I'm going to manage for the REST of my life.  My mom brought over a gluten-free cake (one of the mixes) and I took one bite and wanted to gag. What a disappointment.  It tasted like the bread I eat for my sandwich. Seriously.... the aftertaste is like your morning breath after a night of drinking. My mom thinks I exaggerate (me???!!!) but if you don't believe me, try it.  My wonderful, supportive husband ate two huge bites of the cake (ha!) and said it wasn't too bad, until the aftertaste set in. Then he changed his tune and said he might eat it if he was starving and there wasn't anything left to eat.  I mean, hellllloooo! Can you understand why I'm mourning here? Maybe I'll just stick with fruit after all. But can I really give up the real genuine brownie? Me? That will be a sight to be seen.  In my frustration, I punched the leftover cake (hahaha)... a normal cake would crumble. No, not this cake! This mighty cake bounced back, like my Tempurpedic mattress.  Ugh. I just might gag again.