I’ve had a good run and gone months without getting glutened. Last Thursday night, I went out with some of the guys and hit a local Mexican restaurant that has great food. I dove into the chips and dip, not realizing that they were made in a common fryer with flour/wheat based foods.
Upon learning my folly, I stopped eating the chips (obvs), and hoped for the best. I felt fine the rest of the night. I felt fine the next morning. The next afternoon, I started feeling not so fine.
Friday night, I was in so much pain that I was near tears. My spine, my ribs, my chest–my whole upper torso was just racked with sharp, excruciating pain. I couldn’t sit, stand, lay down, breathe. It hurt to do anything, and to do nothing. It was the worst–the very worst–that being glutened has ever been.
When I get dairy’d, I usually just get an upset stomach for a couple days and feel a little crappy. When I get glutened, it’s getting progressively worse and worse. I don’t know if it’s because I am going longer between episodes of gluten that my body reacts more severely to it, or what…but damn. It was awful. I felt pretty crappy on Saturday, and still sore Saturday night–and ended up not riding bikes at all this weekend.
There are long periods of time where I think I’ve found equilibrium–grace–where I think I’ve come to accept and live with my condition. Where it doesn’t seem so bad. And then something like this comes along, and takes your breath away. At those times, it just sucks. It just seems unfair. I know–it could be a lot worse…but I’d never wish this upon anyone.