call me maybe

My brother mentioned this video, so I watched it.




It's actually quite entertaining. I laughed at loud at 2:20.

gross

The only thing worse than throwing up is the 45 minutes of dry heaving beforehand.
Not to mention the continued discomfort afterwards. Isn't it supposed to make you feel better??

Don't know if it's a new turn that accidental glutening is taking, or if I got sick from something else, or if dinner just didn't settle right, but... ugh.

I have my suspicions that it was gluten. I wasn't very careful at dinner. When I accidentally eat gluten, it's most often from eating at restaurants. Unless they have a gluten free menu, I usually order something that I just assume is safe. I hate making a big fuss about it. It's no surprise that I often don't feel well after eating out.

I really, really need to stop doing that. This disease is a big deal and I need to "make a fuss" about it, especially if I'm going to have this kind of reaction again.

So. You guys who read this. I don't exactly have the highest level of willpower so I need your help.

I need you guys to GET ON MY ASS if we are at a restaurant and I order something (even a salad) without notifying the waiter that it needs to be gluten free.

Cool? Cool.

My puffy hurty belly and I are going back to my heating pad.

saturday pancake love

This is by far the best batch of pancakes I've ever made.

I'm not sure what I did different. This is the first time I've tripled it- so I would have enough to take some to work next week. This is also the first time I've made them on the cast iron pan. But the recipe is still the same. I did try a new honey, so maybe that's it? Whatever it is, they're amazing.

So here I am, making pancakes in my underwear, my computer on the island, contemplating giving some attention to my neglected GF blog. Which, of course, requires me to do some cooking. Which, of course, is the problem. I'll make up my mind after sampling another pancake.

Also, completely unrelated:  I completely forgot it was payday yesterday until my boss handed me my paycheck. I'm not as broke as I think I am! Of course, later today when I pay bills, I'll be back to broke. But for a few hours, I'm doing okay! Also, completely unrelated again: I think when I do eventually move on from this company and switch jobs, I want to do micro.

That is all. 

lipiddsss

So when you donate blood they run your cholesterol, right?

Well mine's always been on the high side, and I was dreading checking it, but it's totally fine! That's a good sign. :o)

P.S. I have no idea what I'm doing right.

for lifeee

Guess what I did after work today?
Noooo I didn't lay around on my ass. That's what I did yesterday.

Luke and I gave blood!

It's my first time giving blood since 2006 when the celiac/serious anemia started kicking in and I was repeatedly deferred. Since my last cbc indicated normal red blood cell indices, I figured it was time to give it another go. I've been thinking about it but chickening out, and then Luke mentioned to me that he was going.

So, we went. And it was uneventful. The lady did comment on how quickly I filled the bag; 3 minutes or so was all it took. She said it was the fastest one she'd ever seen.

Luke opted to give platelets, which they really need. I actually don't weigh enough to hop on the apheresis machine, something I know from my own blood bank studies. (Did you know I'm qualified to work at a blood bank, typing and crossmatching units of blood for patients? I haven't been in that atmosphere since I did my rotations. I think it actually made me less nervous.)  Anyway, Luke was a total badass, especially for his first time giving platelets. It takes like an hour and it's much more invasive-feeling than a simple whole blood donation. I'm so proud.

So, I'm going to try to do regular donations!

lazy day

Me and kitty are going to laze around today.

Actually, kitty will be doing the majority of the lazing.
I'm going to do some laundry and clean up around here. Then I will join kitty.

wakey wakey

I've been having a lot of trouble getting up for work lately, especially this week. Combination of jet lag and sickishness, possibly? Either way, I'm lucky my boss has such lax rules about getting to work on time, as I've been making it in about 30 minutes late every day this week.

Woke up this morning and looked at the clock: 5:30. Shit. I'm supposed to be at work at 5. I jumped out of bed and ran out of the house, making it to work by 6, getting through a hurried morning to make turnaround time.

I don't even remember the alarm going off. Either it never went off, or I turned it off and went back to sleep.

Solution? I bought an alarm clock for the bathroom. I figure if I have to get up to turn it off, I'll be up and already in the bathroom, and might as well start getting ready for the day. We'll see how that works. I have to work tomorrow so I'll get to test it out.

I seriously need to figure out how to get to work on time on a regular basis, haha.
I'm just SOOO not a morning person!