Okay, so we’ve glutted ourselves on gluten, massive amounts of gluten, for the past three months. I am quite sure that the family has collectively gained a minimum of twelve pounds.
Jessie’s endoscopy was this past Thursday. It went well. She didn’t feel half as crappy as she did the first time. In fact, the little twit did so well that I wasn’t able to gain one ounce of loopy behavior, confession, or seriously embarrassing photos to hold over her head. THAT’S how well she did.
We all, including the doc, believe that she has celiac, even without visible symptoms. Stomach Doc said he’d probably call us with the biopsy results tomorrow. When we whined that we expected the results to take at least another week, he winked and said he’d give us until Tuesday. 🙂
Back to the topic…gluten. This is just a sampling of what Jessie has done to her tummy recently: Panera Bread (one baker’s dozen of the cinnamon crunch bagels), pizza, pasta, fried chicken, did I say pizza?… um…oh yes. LATE last night she made cupcakes. She’s made cookies and waffles. If I had more time and more space, I’d list more. It’s true. She’s been a partying fool.
Can’t say I blame her. Would you?