The Birthday That Wasn't Part 2

Much to my surprise, I kind of enjoyed my day of nothing special. I got several emails and e-cards and voicemail messages from people, some of whom I haven't even spoken to in years, wishing me a happy birthday. Around 1:00 Greg called me at work to do the same. After work I went grocery shopping and did some laundry. It was nice to just sit in the laundromat and read a magazine. I did a lot of walking yesterday too. I took a walk during my lunch hour, took one while my clothes were in the washer, walked home from the 2 stop. My body felt good. Once I had all my clothes dried and folded I got on AIM and talked to Greg for a while, and that was it. That was my birthday. And it was fine.

I have an appointment with my gastroenterologist this afternoon and I have a list of potential afflictions to ask him about. I am going to wrangle a diagnosis and treatment plan out of him today if it kills me. "Hey Doc, I have ALL the symtoms of Irritable Bowel Syndrome, how's about admitting I have the disorder?" Or "Hey Doc, I noticed this particular bout of stomach stupidity started right after I stepped up the amount of whole grains I was consuming, think maybe I've got Celiac Disease?" I desperately need a workable treatment plan because I cannot, CAN NOT, continue missing work because of this shit.