Today I’ve been given the results of my gluten test. This is a test where you scrap the inside of the mouth and send it away to a lab for analysis. They analyze and tell you whether you are sensitive to gluten, which can be found in all yummy tasting food incorporating wheat.
Guess what my results were? Bah.
This is why I am pissed off to be gluten sensitive. It feels like another pleasure has been removed. No more pizza, thanks. No more langos, okay? No more toast with butter and honey. No way. Obviously there are worse things than being sensitive to gluten. But nevertheless I am frusterated, I feel – for some reason – like my body has failed again. It’s absolutely maddening, and the only person to be mad at is myself. Where the heck did my genes go wrong? Cats, smoke, mould, gluten and cancer. All reactions gone haywire.
Yes, I realize this is a pity party. Sometimes when not feeling well I like to have my comforts – Zsolt is a comfort, my bed is a comfort, and cookies are a comfort. Taking away gluten won’t be impossible, but it’s so annoying. It’s taking away a comfort during a time when everything already feels hard.
I’ll get used to this change. Of course – people get used to things. And frankly, being told you’re gluten sensitive is not the worst news a person can hear. At least this is something that I can control, and know 100% it is being managed. For some reason I feel a loss, but it’ll pass. Food isn’t worth mourning . . . or at least, not gluten.
A good thing also happened to me today. I will write about that in a separate post tomorrow, because it was so lovely that I don’t want to taint it with this gluten-centric writing.