Last Wednesday, Mrs. Dude walked into my home office, took one look at me and said “You’re struggling, aren’t you?”
And so began the latest episode of “Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Gluten Douche”.
The day before, I had just written a glowing post about my awesome gluten-free weekend in New York City.
Indeed, it was awesome. Gluten-free? Perhaps not.
I’m unfortunate in that there is at least a two-day delay after I get glutened. So for the most part, it’s a complete guessing game, which totally sucks.
But the symptoms are crystal clear.
The biggest symptom? I’m agitated. In more succinct terms, I become an a**hole.
I used to lash out at my kids and Mrs. Dude….a lot. I’ve learned over the years to try to keep my distance from them while I’m feeling this way. Working from home, it’s not always possible so I tell them in advance that the next few days may be ugly and I apologize in advance.
Other symptoms of being glutened for me?
– I feel chemically “off”. I use that term all the time and it’s the only way I can describe it. If you’ve been there, you know what I mean.
– I’m tired. Real, real tired.
– I have a hard time making simple decisions. I spent about 10 minutes the other day at Ace Hardware trying to decide between two weed killers. In case you’re wondering, I went with the one that kills weeds.
– Focusing at the task at hand becomes a real battle.
– I feel perpetually hungover (without the fun part of drinking).
– Ironically, my digestive issues aren’t that bad. Go figure.
After two days of alienating everyone in my life, I woke up Friday morning and Mrs. Dude said “You’re back!” She could tell right away that the worst of it had passed.
And she was right. Of course, she’s always right, but that’s besides the point.
Now here I am four days later and I feel…okay. It’s still lingering and I can only assume it will for some time. I hate having celiac disease.
So that’s my story.
What happens to YOU when you get glutened?