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Much as I love you guys, when it comes to suggestions on what to use that oil from the fried game hen for, my mother has you all beat cold.

She linked me to A Deep Fried Thanksgiving this morning. Skip the blithering article, which is a long self-involved introduction, and scroll straight to the recipes.

Deep fried stuffing balls.

(Also: she shoulda soaked her sweet potato chips in cold water before frying. Gets the excess starch out.)

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I am back from the doctor's office! I HAVE A DOCTOR. Not the Doctor, but a pretty good substitute. That was easier than I thought.

Dr. K gave me a specific amount of Vitamin D/Calcium to take every day, told me to buy saline nasal spray, took four vials of blood for various other issues, and said I'd hear from her in a week or two.

She was also very impressed with my ability to break myself, and gave me a neurological exam. All my neurologues are in order! So that's good.

Before I forget, and I should have recc'd this when linking to the GF cookbook the other day, ecaterin has assembled a Gluten-Free Recipe Archive with articles, recipes, and tips for GF living. She tells me she'll be updating it as she finds new info, so. Good resource!

That's all I got. That and a bandaid that says "OUCH" on it for my arm.

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And then the chiropractor tried to kill me.

For real, I'm typing this with the last ounce of muscle strength left in my body. She worked me over for half an hour. She found every painful part of my body and PRESSED ON IT.

She thinks my shoulder pain from last week is actually some ribs that are "poking out" which I figure, that can't be good. So she's going to poke them back in, I guess.

My body hates me. The feeling is mutual.