I think I'm gonna...

Remember that one time I fainted? Oh wait... 

That was more like 20 times so take your pick!

Let's see here:

There was that one time my mom was blow drying my bangs when I was but a 5th grader (remember how cool it was to have your straight across bangs do that little flippy thing with the circle brush?) and as I'm standing there I feel my knees below start to get all weak. My thoughts exactly "She's goingg downn!" Sure enough I did and woke up to my mom looking at me all worried and myself just laughing realizing what a silly dream I had. 

Then there was the time I was a bit sick and woke up in the middle of the night absolutely dying of thirst. I walked down the stairs and filled my glass up only one quarter of the way and got that "weak in the knees" feeling again. Then my vision goes dim. Next thing I know I wake up on the complete opposite side of the kitchen really upset and sweaty. Exactly the way I felt after running the mile at school... I barely made it up the stairs which appeared to be mount everest at the time and laid in bed crying from the hard work. I called my mom and she got me a glass of water. That's all I really wanted in the first place, Thanks mom :)

Oh but here's the best one! So upon finding out that I have a hernia that needs to be taken care of I have to take a trip over to kaiser to meet my surgeon. My hernia, Bernie as I liked to call him, was very stubborn. He only popped out for others to observe when he felt like it. So my surgeon asks if she can meet Bernie. Because it was early in the morning and my body hadn't done much of anything to upset him, he was still sleeping. I went to the bathroom and jumped up and down and did some crunches and nothing worked... wait I'm getting side tracked here. So anyways Bernie Finally comes and the surgeon realized I wasn't lying. She then continues with the pre-op by telling me what is going to happen while I'm under. Bad choice doc. I get queasy at the sight of blood, or when others talk about medical well... anything. So she proceeds to talk about cutting my nerves and other stuff that made me want to sprint towards the door. First the blacking out came, then the complete weakness, and finally I say "I think I'm gonna...." boom, I'm done. I scored some apple juice out of it and hey what better place to pass out than the doctor's office right?

Anyways before this turned into a novel the point I was trying to make is that I pass out frequently and easily. 

However! I might have gotten over this!

In the past 2 weeks I have gotten my blood drawn twice and didn't pass out either times!

I did get a little weak and giggly (I giggle when I'm nervous) but I got through it without hitting the floor :)

So why was I at the doctor's office you ask?

Well I was planning on talking about this when I had a little bit more info but as of right now I'm going to leave it at tummy issues.

The most recent assumption is celiac disease. Aka: no gluten.

I'm really not too pleased with this.

Apparently it comes from Irish roots. Here's to having a grandpa that's almost full Irish!

So until the blood tests come back I have been advised to lay off the gluten.

Uhm, you're talking to the girl who lives off of creating new cupcake flavors. 

I already hate it.

If you have any delightful gluten free recipes, do share. 

Oh, and a little prayer that this isn't really the problem would be much appreciated. Thank you :)

This sure turned out quite a bit longer than I had envisioned. 

Sorry that I like to ramble!

All my love,

Aleigh Joy