Another Manic Monday

Mondays are an insane day for me. But today it was made better by the fact that Eric had the day off for Yom Kippur which meant I came home to a clean kitchen, dishwasher emptied and our brand new silverware cleaned and organized. Oh how I love non-football Eric. Also, on the same note- the little girl I tutor on Mondays celebrates Yom Kippur which meant no tutoring. AND although I did not have the day off school, they did not schedule a faculty meeting so BAM- free time. Of course I did have a doctors appointment but something about sitting back and letting others do their job is a bit easier than me doing it. I got to end the day with spinning with 2 of my friends from work. One of the guys in the class was trying to get the instructor to do leg isolations for LONGER. My friend noted that he is totally like that guy in grad classes who is STILL asking questions when class is supposed to be over. Seriously. What is wrong with these people?

So today I had my first stomach doctor appointment. I probably should've had one of these 2 1/2 years ago when I was diagnosed with IBS...but I didn't. I was finally convinced to go this year by my primary care and it turned out (after having random blood work done) that I had some liver levels (lol, that is so not what it is called but I have a very un-scientific mind sorry) that were high and I had to see this doctor anyway so perfect that I already had an appointment. My doctor's operation was: figure out stomach problems, figure out liver problems. My operation was: figure out why I am 25, eat healthy, exercise frequently and have more health problems most older people I know...

The doctor said the most likely connection between stomach and liver issues (specifically mine) is celiac. NOOOOOO. Seriously no. I refuse to give up bread. I was READY to accept that diagnosis 3 years ago when I was feeling terrible all the time. Now I get IBS...let's just have IBS. I like my bread, I like my pasta. I do not like the gluten free versions of these. And so, let's hope it is not celiac. The good news is: 1. I was already tested for celiac and it came up negative (of course, the doctor said the test is not used anymore because its not that reliable- but still) 2. Celiac would not explain why my stomach gets worse with stress. The bad news is, if it is celiac I might cry. A lot. But then after that I will find all the bloggers who eat gluten free and I'll experiment and eventually I'll learn to deal with that too. Of course.

On another note, I have started writing articles for this online magazine type of thing. Check out my first 2: Pumpkin Math and Breakfast Ideas for IBS (even if you don't have IBS, they are still healthy!).

I'll update you guys tomorrow on the blood test results (or at least as soon as I know anything).

PS. Does ice cream have gluten in it?