Reminded today why I was sure as a kid I hated writing.
And I’m instantly a supporter of smart, on-line registrations.
You know the kind– where forms replicate your information as soon as you check same on your mailing address.
I filled out paperwork for three kids for school, and for a doctor appointment at a clinic they’ve never visited before. Four pages for each kid for each set. And I swear they wanted addresses and every phone number onevery page.
My hand was cramping up by the end, and hurt to use.
Can you get carpal tunnel from writing when you don’t get it from typing?
Anyway, I decided to ‘bite the bullet’ and get all my kids tested for Celiac disease, just because there are health repercussions if they have it and don’t know to take care, and also because I’m ready (at times) to just simplify my life by making the whole crew GF.
Thing is, as testing works these days you can (by definition) only be diagnosed with CD by the lab finding damage in one’s small intestine. If someone has been off of gluten long enough that no damage shows, there is no way to be 100% certain about that individual’s status.
So before I got really serious about including the kids all the time, I wanted to get this ou of the way so they can make their own choices down the road with all the data.
That’s tomorrow. And I’m always nervous about meeting a new practitioner, because I have a (maybe overactive) tendency to read into what people say and how they treat me.
And I expect them to know more than me, since they’re the ones who’ve been educated in these things.