So. Back in February, I got a stomach bug that took a week for me to get over. It was no fun at all. And I developed an intolerance to eating things made with wheat.
Everything is made with wheat: my favorite gravy mix, cream of mushroom soup, cream of chicken soup. Everything I like to cook with is made with at least a little bit of wheat.
Restaurants are an interesting minefield: apparently, either the pulled pork or the twice-baked mashed potatoes yesterday had wheat ingredients. The Mexican restaurant brought me flour tortillas instead of the corn ones I asked for.
Yeah, they make stuff that's supposed to help when symptoms have set in, but that's all it does: help. A bit. For a while.
I can't make and eat beef enchilada or chicken enchilada casseroles, anymore. I can't use dry onion soup mix to make roast. I can't make and eat the potato soup by the recipe I have. No more cookies, unless I make them with special flour. Same with biscuits.
I thought this would go away. I thought it was a temporary thing, brought on by my entire digestive system deciding to scour itself over a five day virus, and causing some sort of imbalance. So, I avoided the foods, and didn't bother looking up my symptoms.
And I've been having symptoms for a lot longer than I'd thought: frequent headaches (often migraine level), brain fog, and chronic fatigue are also symptoms of this. It's not just a painful gut--there's a lot more to it that has only come clear months after I stopped eating most things with any wheat in them (and the rest of the symptoms mostly vanished). Yes, my energy levels are still limited; I still have an underactive thyroid.
But a lot of the other symptoms have mostly abated, with exceptions for times when I eat something that I don't know has wheat in it.
It's frustrating, honestly. I can't carelessly and thoughtlessly eat a burger, anymore, complete with bun and salad. I can't eat a cheesy hash-brown casserole (cream of mushroom soup) if I don't want to be having to curl up somewhere out of the way to not bother the rest of the family visiting. I can't just eat, anymore, without having to carefully consider whether I'm going to be in pain later.
Thank God this doesn't seem to extend to bourbon. If it did, I think I might cry.
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