So as I briefly mentioned, after flipping out over gluten-free fried chicken last week, my daughter is getting tested again for celiac. It’s 100% true that this year, in comparison to two years ago, is definitely an easier pill to swallow. I know more, she knows more, we’re all like, “Okay, just tell us what’s up.” Still.
It’s been taking up a huge amount of space in my brain for being all casual about the whole thing. I know I should be doing things like getting parking permits, doing some working and stuff, probably sorting out hiring an intern, and general family business this week but all I can think about are the results I might get from my gal’s blood test that went down last Friday. There are feelings. Lots of feelings.
My girl has had a few incidents where she got sick after eating gluten lately, some that are so identical to mine that I’m all, “Oh hells.” Other times, she downed a bagel and went on about her day. (I remember when I was convinced if I had a cheeseburger from In ‘n’ Out (with bun) I felt better. I think I might have. Or I might have had such zeroness in my digestive system, that nothing was happening.) Some days I’m all, “She’s got it,” and I sit down and cry a little. And other times I truly believe I’m overreacting. The point is, there is no easy way to know if your child has the sprue other than the medical business we’re undertaking right now.
So we’re waiting, and waiting, and I’m wondering why I’m still waiting to hear. That is probably the most frustrating. Just not knowing, but feeling like something is simply not right. I’m sure a zillion of you can relate.
In the meantime, tell me your story! Was it a quick and easy diagnosis? A painful lifetime of bad doctors? Or was it a shock, with very few symptoms? Let’s share our gross gluten stories! Hurray?