It's 2:45 a.m. and I am still up doing Thanksgiving prep. I just turned off the pressure oven (did not use the pressure setting) and left the door ajar, so my gluten free pumpkin cheesecake bars can cool for an hour before they go into the fridge and then I can go to bed. The gluten free lemon bars were finished right after dinner. I did up the gluten free stuffing so it can go into the turkey first thing in the morning and the potatoes are getting peeled and will go into water and into the fridge so they can be dumped and rinsed of starch before being cooked tomorrow. I may do a dressing with gluten bread tomorrow if my hands still work, but maybe not. We'll see.
I left my husband a detailed set of instructions for what to do when he gets up, so I can sleep in. I don't do mornings, my joints take too long to warm up and function with the RA, and this is how we did it the last two years and it has worked out fine. He's been in bed for a while now so he could get decent sleep.
My husband will go out to fetch mother in law about an hour before the turkey is done cooking and then he will call me when he is about to leaveher house so I can start on the gravy while my son prepares the green beans and canned corn. Based on timing, they should get here as I am finishing up the gravy and then DH can mash the potatoes and cut the turkey and we are good to go. It goes like clockwork when all goes well.
It's been a busy week and this week has had some medical revelations that did not really surprise me, just confirmed what I had figured for awhile. One being that I have another as yet undiagnosed autoimmune disease. It is not Sjogren's. Further testing is required, but the rheumatologist is not going to do anything about it until my appointment in February. I really don't think I have an expedient rheumatologist, but it is either this or go to Seattle.
As for the other, I'm not 100% sure yet, I see the doctor on the 30th and the therapist on the 1st. The therapist was going to consult with the psychiatrist she works with and see about getting me on an anti-depressant right away, because I had one of the highest depression scores she's seen in years.
I heard on Tuesday from the doctor's office that they want to put me on a certain drug, but the doctor wants to meet with me to talk about it first. I see him on the 30th and the therapist on the 1st. I have my suspicions based on the drug and these are suspicions that have always been in the back of my head since I was thirteen, but I grew up with parents who don't believe in mental illness, despite sending me to a psychiatrist when I was fourteen. Mom bullied him into telling her everything I'd said, I promptly quit talking to him, and she refused to have me medciated. It took a lot for me to even decide to see a therapist now due to that, but the fact that we have HIPAA laws now and who would she tell helped.
We'll see if it turns out I am right. I don't want to jump the gun. Sometimes I think it would be great to finally have a diagnosis and other times I just don't want to know.
The furnace quit working. They had to order a part. We have space heaters and the gas fireplace so the house is warm, but it is kind of an irriatating thing to have happen right before Thanksgiving.
Oh, well. The pumpkin bars are cooled now, so time to put them in the fridge and get to bed. I hope everyone has a great Thanksgiving.