The picture above? That was me ALL DAY yesterday. One of those days where I wake up tired and just get more exhausted as the day goes on. Clock-watched the entire day and finally crawled into bed at 7. Actually woke up in the middle of the night thinking it must be time to get up. Looked at the clock and it was 9:13…pm.
And this is where my mind starts to wander a bit. Was I glutened? Or was I simply just…tired? I mean, people get tired, don’t they?
But I did eat something that I’ve never had before yesterday.
On the other hand, I watched the Super Bowl, had a few beverages and watched the (awesome!) Giant highlights until midnight.
If I didn’t have Celiac disease, I wouldn’t think twice about it.
But every time I have a symptom of being glutened, I have a minor panic attack because I know it means six months of hell in front of me. Six months of brain fog. Six months of daily naps. Six months of crap basically.
So here we are, the day after. Been up since 4:00am. Feeling…normal…so far (it’s only 7:30).
So was I glutened? My gut says no.
But if I was, it’s going to be a long Spring.