I used to love watching Sunday football with my dad when I was growing up. Before the games kicked off, my mom would drag us all to 11:30 mass and she LOVED to socialize afterwards. It was always so stressful getting home in time to catch the opening kickoff of the Giants game. Ah…the days before DVR.
Anyway, since the Giants sucked back then, they were always the 1:00 game. We’d watch them lose and then of course we’d have to watch the 4:00 game.
But then, as soon as that last game ended, the dreaded 60 Minutes stopwatch would come on, signaling my fun was over and Monday was just around the corner. I hate that stopwatch.
Now here I am, so many years later and I still think Mondays are a drag. But at least my Sundays now remain awesome until The Walking Dead is over. (And no, I do not trust the folks in Alexandria. Safe zone my butt.)
So I woke up this lovely Monday at 6:30 to a two inch layer of ice outside. Yes, it was going to be that kind of a day. After a couple hours of work, Mrs. Dude and I took the Dudette to her gastro appointment. We were going to see a doc who we had not met, but came recommended.
Yes, it’s time to see if she has celiac or not. She’s been struggling with insane joint pain in her hands for 7 months now and we need to find out if it is indeed celiac related. And for those who follow me, yep…she’s been back on gluten for the past month or so (and loving it may I add).
We get to the doctor’s office and as we’re waiting, I look around, as I tend to do. Know what caught my eye? Not one mention of celiac disease in all of the literature in the office.
The chart to the right is actually from 1991. I just thought that was kind of odd.
Anyway, the doc came in and put my fears to rest. He knew his sh*t. Asked all the right questions. Didn’t question us at all of why we’re pushing for the endoscopy. All good. The Dudette is scheduled for next Thursday. I really, really hope it comes back negative.
The Dudette is getting bummed about all the doctor visits lately and especially about an upcoming one with a neurologist. I can’t blame her.
After getting home, it just felt like a crappy, crappy Monday.
But then Mrs. Dude began working some magic in the kitchen. And from then on, my Monday was pure awesomeness.
Baked cauliflour, followed by salmon burgers, followed by banana-apple-oatmeal-raisin muffins.
Not only did she bake these dishes up, she was also kind enough to provide me with the recipes.
Mrs. Dude rocks. Tell me why again I don’t like Mondays.