Holding hands with my love?
Kissing my love?
Going to work?
Eating wonderful food?
Nope. Sitting on the couch with a tummy ache.
Last night, B and I went out with his family to celebrate his mom's birthday. We went to a pizza place near us that has gluten free crust. Their crust was actually very good, but the GF crusts only come in small, so B and I each got a salad to start. When our salads arrived, mine had a piece of bread on the plate. I am not super assertive yet with my dietary needs, I'm just scared to be. Naive me thought that I could just pick up the piece of bread, give it to Bob, and be ok.
About 45mins later I started to get the tummy rumble. Gluten attack!
It lasted the rest of the evening. I was able to hang on for all the festivities, but then I just went to bed with a heating pad on my tummy and the worst headache ever. The symptoms continued today, causing me to call in sick to work. I described the way I felt as food poisoning.
There is now no doubt in my mind that I have Celiacs, and that my body cannot handle gluten. I never want to experience a night like that again.
All the books say that even one crumb of bread can cause a reaction. I believe it.
My Valentine has been nursing me back to health. I love him.
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