I don't even know.

Those who know me well know that I love peanut butter. I mean LOVE it. I bring peanut butter with me on the road (I have to portion it out though otherwise I could probably eat the whole tub with a spoon) and eat it with apples and bagels and everything else. Peanut butter smoothie? Yes please. Peanut butter cups blizzards, oh god. I even found peanut butter filled hershey kisses in Vegas and brought a bag home, put it in the freezer, and have one once in a while. Anyway, today, I had half a bagel with peanut butter on it after my run. That was about three hours ago. Well I went to look in the mirror and I found this spot on my face. I thought to myself "geez, did I get a zit? and cover it with make-up? and not really remember doing any of that?" and so I poked it, which is what everyone should do when they see a zit, and it squished. Gross, I know. But not in a gross zit way. So then I rubbed it. And it came off. Naturally, I smelled it (seriously this is so gross I can't believe I'm typing it) and IT WAS PEANUT BUTTER. On my face. In a glob. A big ole hunk of peanut butter.

Don't worry, I didn't eat it. That's a new level, even for me.

An answer!

Well, on the plus side, I finally know what's "wrong" with me. I have celiac disease. I guess my body doesn't like gluten, and when I eat it, it affects my ability to absorb nutrients and damages my intestines. Fun!

On the bad side, no more wheat, barley, rye, and maybe oats. I can deal with some of it without much sacrifice. I'm not a huge bread person, and pasta, whatever. Plus there are loads of gluten free breads and pastas. Worst part? No more red licorice, cupcakes, or beer. Seriously. No more beer. That is heart wrenching.

So now, I gorge on gluten until I have an appointment with a gastrointestinal specialist, who will do a biopsy on my intestine. I'm pretty sure biopsy means going up my ass with some kind of instrument. I can not wait.

I'm a heap

I'm so tired that I can't even think. I've been on the vampire schedule for four days, doing red eyes here there and everywhere, but still not really sleeping well. The last two days have left me feeling sock and nauseous, I even tucked a barf bag under my seat because I was feeling so crappy. I had fun in Las Vegas, but it left me feeling so sick that it hardly seemed worth it. The worst part? I have to do the exact same thing starting Wednesday. Yeah yeah I'll stop complaining now.


Nothing too much has been happening lately. I have no health updates yet... Tomorrow I see my doctor again so we'll see how that goes. Running is ok, except my tiredness and sleep schedule mix up hasn't let me run at all. Hopefully I'll find some energy soon.

Honestly? Nothing else is going on. I'm a boring person. Maybe someone else has some good stories.