For everyone who is celebrating Thanksgiving this week I wish you good health and good luck! If you choose to eat avoids, may they be worthwhile, if you choose to be good, I commend you!

I'm choosing to be pretty good. I have to be good, or I suffer the consequences. May have a bit of sugar here and there, but I'm really hoping I can keep my appetite in check.

My biggest effort will be to keep my son far separated from the many sources of gluten we will encounter. So far I'm not doing too great at that. He'll eat any morsel he finds, and I may have encountered a deceptive label on some gluten-free veggie burgers...he was screaming until late last night and has diarrhea this morning. I think he's over the worst of it, but I can't stand not knowing what he ate that triggered it. Over the last month I've messed up at least once a week on his diet, or on mine, or both. It's frustrating when I cook all week and I'm so careful, then one meal out, one lapse of assertiveness or foresight, and all that work I did doesn't matter anymore because he's sick now. I have hope that I'll learn how to keep things under control. I haven't even dared take him to nursery at church, they play with play-doh, they have gluten-filled snacks. Everyone knows he can't eat them, but he knows how to get his way when he wants them. I need a break, but can't afford to take one, I have to watch what he's putting into his mouth every second, especially outside our home.

I had an eye appointment yesterday. Come to find out, levoxyl or synthroid increases chances of glaucoma, so they ran all kinds of uncomfortable tests on me. They were fine so they won't have to do it again for a while. I had to get back on the levoxyl, at a much reduced dose, but I still want off of it. Too much and I get palpitations, too little and my hair falls out...right now it must be just right because I've got both problems at once. Next time I go in, I'll switch to the natural kind. I know it's dosage isn't as reliable, but it's gotta be better than this!

Also had my annual exam. Yesterday was not a good day. I barely made it in time, the nurse spilled the pap smear sample and they had to redo it, among other things going wrong. But the good thing was that I got to see the doctor who delivered my baby. He had been all booked when I made the appointment, so this was a nice surprise. It was a little sad to go back to that office though, after the loss of my primary physician last month in that plane crash. It was business as usual, but everyone seemed a little softer and a little sadder. I think the doctor who delivered my son will now be the primary physician for my family.

I should get my cholesterol results next week, that will be fun at least. Can you tell I'm SAD? Come December 21st I'll be dancing though. That's when, in my case, the SAD turns around. I'll probably have some sort of last-minute pagan sun worshipping ritual that day, dance around a fire or something, or at least get some decorations up at the last minute before Christmas day.