You may remember that waaay back in February I talked about avoiding gluten, because it was a constant cause of bowel-related TMI.
Well, back when I made that post a few people persuaded me that I should "Eat the damned gluten and take the damn test!", which was exactly the right thing to tell me, and so I have been doing just that.
So on Thursday I went into the Doctor's, chatted to the woman on the front desk, and asked when I could get a blood test done. Delighted to discover that the answer as "in 45 minutes", I popped back, had a gallon or two taken out of the inside of my elbow*, and now have to wait 10 days for a response.
And, at that point, I breathed a sigh of relief, because after 6 weeks of a stomach that's varied between "showing signs of unhappiness" and "let's go find a toilet" I could stop eating gluten and everything would return to normal.
Ahahahahaha. The two days since that point have contained an incredibly unhappy stomach. Which is just baffling to me. On the other hand, I'd been expecting my stomach to be more unhappy than it was when I started eating bread/pasta again. Sure, it was generally "off", but it seemed to adjust after a while, and the last couple of weeks I've even managed to eat pizza without bloating up a massive amount.
Which makes me wonder - if there something whereby eating a stable amount of gluten is just fine**, but eating significantly more/less than that causes your stomach to give up entirely?
*I feel like there ought to be a word for the inside bit of the elbow that's separate from the outside nobbly bit.
**I should point out that even though my stomach was only somewhat dodgy most of the 6 weeks Julie could tell if I'd eaten wheat for a while afterwards by smelling it on my breath. Bodies are just _weird_.
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- My stomach, let me tell you about it (and ask a question of the audience).