Stick a fork in me, I'm done.

So, on Sunday I found out that my liver is enlarged. Not terribly much, but enough. And I had five more tubes of blood drawn.

This morning, I had my cat scan. Appointment at 9:30, test takes ten minutes, tops. Made it out of there at a quarter after 11. Ugh.

Then off to the doctor to start over with the p. anemia treatments. One shot per day for three days, then one per week for two weeks, then one per month. So damned stupid. I told them I needed the shots. But I guess I'm just a dumbass who doesn't have a clue about my own medical history. Asshats.

So, I'm bruised, tired, thirsty, craving pasta, and my cholesterol is evidently through the roof. At least Maria gets done with college in three years, and then I can just tell them all to go to hell and enjoy what little is left of my life. (And yes, I'm aware that I could have a much longer one if I did all I was told. But I'm done now. I really just am.)

Raisin Rack, Canton, OH

I visited this store yesterday after the doctor made it *very* clear that yes, even a tiny bit of gluten would start the whole process all over again. Not a good thing, I don't think.

And I stood there for over an hour, just staring at things. They have it all, mixes, flours, baked goods, snacks, even pizza/pizza shells and frozen dinners for both kids and adults. Oh, and cheesecake.

But I wound up just getting a few things - some flour, a loaf of bread and some english muffins. I figure if the things I put with them are flavorful enough, I won't notice anything but the texture, right? And if I'm paying six dollars for four english muffins, they had damned well better have the texture right.

One piece of good news, though. He says that the stupid patch on my elbow should be gone within a few weeks. No more cracking and bleeding and being embarrassed at the fuzzy looking shards of dry skin that stick up from it and hurt whenever anything brushes against them. Yay for that, anyway.