designated parking spot

At this rate, Scottsdale Healthcare is going to give our family it's designated parking spot. For the last six weeks, we have been there for almost everyone in the immediate family, including a day at the hospital for boyfriend.

Now it's my turn. Though I don't have to be admitted, I have to go back to that hospital for some special tests.

My annoying blood pressure issue isn't going away. And the pulse is too high to boot. Even on beta blockers. So I have to go through some tests to check my adrenal glands.

Joy.

infusion update

Since I'm on a rant about bad habits, I'll toss in an update on how my infusions are coming along.

First lesson I learned is you really have to fill the container. Feel free to fill up to the threads.

I love the infusion containers I finally decided on. It's a set of three airtight canisters I found at Bed Bath and Beyond for $20. It's thick clear glass with stainless steel lids and externel threads to seal your items.

The peach is the most developed. I will probably try and filter it this week and take it camping. I'm still not sure the best way to filter is, but I'm going to try using my strainer for a first pass, then add cheese cloth for a second pass.

The mango may also be ready this week. My mom snitched a bite of mango from the container when I was doing my tasting, and said she could really taste the vodka in the fruit. So I'm not sure how much more I'm going to get out of the mango.

The rhubarb is pink, but I'm not getting a lot of flavor yet from it. And it was the first one I tried, so it wasn't as if my tates were overwhelmed with peach or mango. I figured this one would be take the most amount of time to set.

junk food junkie......(celiac)

I feel like such a black sheep. I am a celiac, and I have bad eating habits.

I like alcohol.

I like junk food.

And I hate that I feel like the only one of the celiac community.

Every other celiac blogger is alll healthy, vegetarian, etc. I respect their point of view. But where's the "normal" person that is trying to live with the celiac condition?

I don't want it to define me. I don't even like telling restaurants my issue - I leave that to my "proud" boyfriend.

I say this as I'm munching on my dark chocolate cranberries. No alcohol - I don't have to drink every night.