slippin' out the back door

[the_siobhan]

panic_girl kindly hooked me up with a copy of the Yeast Connection and I read the first 100 pages last night. It includes a test to see if you are likely to have a yeast problem, and as I usually do with such tests, I filled out two sets of answers. One with my immediate response, one more conservative set that excluded factors that have an alternative explanation, that might have a suggestability factor in my response, or are just too woo-woo.

Book says the diagnosis is definite at 140 points. My "conservative" results were 280. Hrm.

Well, they seem to think I have it.

As a prelude to going on any weird-ass diets, I checked in with the doctor to rule out any other, more serious problems. I am delighted to discover that the barium milkshake test for ulcers appears to be a thing of the past. Now they just check your blood for H. pylori. Nice.

I have to get an ultrasound on Friday, which makes sense because gall bladder problems run in my family. When I was looking at the bloodwork request I noticed my doctor put down some tests for hepatic function, which also makes sense because my sister has an auto-immune disease that attacks her liver and Gods know mine has seen enough abuse in it's lifetime.

And then in a couple of months I have to go for a poop-scope.

Eep!

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I discovered this week that I'm out of the habit of having fingernails. When I worked at the Blood Bank I spent so much time with my hands in freezers that they would just shatter if I touched anything metal. So other than filing off the ragged edges, I never paid any attention to them.

So I've gotten out of the habit of cutting them, and yesterday they were so long that I accidentally poked myself in the eye when I was trying to scratch my forehead. Motherfucker.

Scissors came out as soon as I got home.

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One more half-hour until my vacation starts.