Nerves

I started not feeling well sometime during mid-August. Sometimes my digestion is a little sluggish, so I figured it for a case of nerves over the Cruise, at the time, and vowed to let it run it's course and start eating more fiber. August stretched into September, and I started to wonder WTF was happening that I was having issues every day. I joked with Malcolm that he'd broken me somehow, and he chuckled that for all the times and ways he's flailed on me he could just well imagine that he did. Another couple weeks of the same old went by and I started to be concerned. Maybe our anal play WAS too rough. Or maybe we'd both managed to catch Giardia, except HE wasn't sick, and it was preposterous that I'd ever be able to infect myself. So I casually asked Malcolm if he'd been feeling alright. He said yes and immediately demanded to know what was wrong. I let him know the situation and he was pissed that I hadn't been to see a doctor yet. And even after the snapping and scolding I got from him, I didn't make an appointment.

The stress of the past two weeks has really brought this issue to the forefront. The more stressed I've gotten, the more sick I've felt. After the talk I had with both Jachin and Malcolm over the past weekend, I've tried to ramp down my stress, and while my stress HAS been less, especially today listening to Malcolm's stories about his encounters which make me laugh so much, I still feel bad. So I took a leap and called the Doctor, determined to take care of my health because the man who loves me wants me around, and my daughter deserves a mother that isn't feeling sick 24/7. After asking for my symptoms over the phone, my beloved PCP wants to start testing tomorrow for Celiac Disease. I told Jachin about the plan, and I heard his dismay "What's THAT???" LOL, I think he was just worried he caught it from me while we lived together last week. MWAHHAHAHAHA. Serves him right, a little worry will do him a world of good. My daughter has been so supportive, and Malcolm is relieved I've finally done the sane thing and sought out treatment options. Of course there isn't a cure, but if it does turn out to be my diagnosis, then I'll be making a whole lifestyle change to make myself more comfortable. So I went out shopping tonight, and gave myself a little retail therapy to take my mind off it. The worst part will be discussing everything with my PCP and including our sex life for scrutiny. That's never a pretty thing. Hopefully her gut feeling is right, because the other options really really suck. Well, and the test for Celiac doesn't include drinking nasty stuff to cleanse yourself for a scope, and that's always a plus. LOL. So here's to my case of nerves. I'm hoping for the best!