Until yesterday, if you'd asked me what happens to my system if I accidentally eat gluten was, "Oh, I'm pretty lucky. I just get a little gassy." And then I ate eggs at a diner for lunch two days ago.
The diner didn't demonstrate any actual knowledge of gf food handling, and there weren't too many interesting choices on the menu. I decided to risk it and have a spinach and roasted pepper omelette. This was the only meal I'd not prepared for myself for several days, so when my stomach upset began, I zeroed in on the omelette as the culprit pretty quickly.
And the stomach upset quickly turned to diarrhea which turned into excruciating abdominal pain that had me doubled over, shaking, vomiting and crying. Oh. My. God. It was terrible. After a couple of hours, the episode passed, though I'm still feeling the lingering effects today.
I don't blame the restaurant. I was careless and knowingly took a gamble. Now that I know just exactly what can happen, I will not make that mistake again.
And, because I try to find the gift as well as the lesson in everything, this episode reminded me how lucky I am to have such a terrific spouse who took care of me and sat by me even when all there was to do was to put another blanket over me or rinse out the bedroom waste basket. I am truly blessed.