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So, the test results came back, long after I’d decided that they wouldn’t come. And they only send them out if your answer is positive. So, yes, I do have Celiac Disease. I am assuming it’s a mild case, as the doctor doing the endoscopy couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary with the naked eye, but the biopsy came back positive. Mostly this means that my cutting down on gluten will have to become a cut out gluten altogether, and as I’ve already noticed a difference it wasn’t exactly a surprise.

In all, it’s kind of a good thing, because now I dare to try some of the gluten free mixes I found at the grocery store. I didn’t before, because I thought that it was wheat, not gluten, and these mixes are made from wheat with the gluten removed, which means they are okay for gluten intolerant people, but not those with a wheat allergy. And also, this proves my mother wrong once and for all. She is firmly in the “if you didn’t have it as a child you can’t possibly have it now” camp, and eyed me dubiously as I picked up gluten free pasta last week.

I think the hardest part will be bread; I just don’t know what to eat for a quick snack if I can’t grab some bread and cheese, and sure, I can bake my own bread, but I’m LAZY, people! I would eat oatmeal, but apparently oats sometimes contain traces of other grains unless it’s expensive and certified gluten-free from the shiny gluten free shelf of the grocery store. And really, eating oatmeal three or four times a day is not exactly my idea of fun, however much I may love it!

Recipes for gluten free vegetarian dishes will be happily accepted, and yes, that is an invitation to you, Isabel and Alisa, I know you know this better than I do! Possibly Tansy do as well…

I also deserve a special award of stupid for totally miscalculating how much I had left of medication #1. I realised today that I was taking the last one of the pack, and in a frenzy called first my psychiatrist, who had gone home for the weekend, and then my general doctor (vårdcentralen, that is), which took three hours to call me back and at 4 pm I got a call informing me that there was nobody to write said prescription for me until Monday at 4:30 PM. I know that this ias all my fault, but there WAS a doctor still at the clinic, full booked, but writing this prescription and send it electronically to the pharmacy (or chemist, as the Brits charmingly call it), takes about thirty seconds. I know, I’ve seen it done many, many times.

So in all this means that I will go without meds for Saturday, Sunday and most of Monday, and may have to call off my coffee date with Viola because after three days of only two out of three medications I will be all but sane.

I guess the good news is that I’m supposed to (I suspect) start cutting down on these meds after I see my psychiatrist next week, and while I’m out of #1, I still have #2 and #3, and if things get hellish, I still got a few anti-anxiety pills from when things were super bad.

So it could be worse, but it’s still idiotic and could’ve been avoided, had I been more observant. Bah.