“NO! ABSOLUTELY NOT! YOU DO NOT HAVE CELIAC DISEASE!” shouts the doctor, when I ask him to test me for celiac, since there is a connection between celiac and rheumatoid arthritis. This is the same guy who told me I was starving my child on her 6th day on earth when I said I was trying to breastfeed. I didn’t see him again for three years, but he’s cheap and he’s an endocrinologist (and a pediatrician! go figure) so there I sat, begging for a hormone panel (“NO! HORMONES ARE FINE! JUST LOSE WEIGHT! ARTHRITIS HAS NO CURE! JUST MANAGE THE PAIN!”) and a celiac test. “Celiac disease is underweight. I can look at you and tell you do not have it. You are overweight. Arthritis-no cause, no cure. Just manage pain” (I’m not making fun of him, he is asian, and leaves out words)

Oh, really? Please see this link. And this one. Oh, and this one, that cites three different studies that show many undiagnosed celiacs are overweight or even obese.

I came home with a prescription for celebrex and singulair. And no answers. The search is on for a doctor who will take into account that I’m not an idiot and he’s not the Boss of me, not an all-knowing prick whose training is 10 years out of date.