Week 3 Day 7
As you can garner from yesterday's post, the tummy bloating is back with vengeance. Last night was my first real full on monstrous reaction since reintroducing it. After a while, you do sort of forget just how intense a reaction can be. I knew at the time what foods triggered the worst response and I recalled upon this yesterday afternoon as I opened up the packet and pulled out a piece of Hovis Granary bread. I knew this as the knife seductively slipped back and forth over the bread's hot body, leaving a delicious trail of buttery lubricant all over its surface. I knew this as I lifted the slice up to my lips. I knew it with every bite, every crunch, every swallow. And I most certainly knew this as I lay in absolute agony that night, clutching at my tympanic stomach, swollen to bursting point, the skin stretched across it tighter than Joan Rivers' latest facelift. As you can see from the pictures in the post below, I had well and truly been 'glutened'. Gas was escaping my body from both ends and there was absolutely nothing I could do to put a cork in it. This morning brought the usual blessed wake up call of crashing sea waves and explosive bowel movements. I'm no longer sure as to who is waking who up: I'm petty sure the skylarks are setting their alarms to my morning bowel escapades. Ugh. Today, I feel as if my body is in a state of hangover. My stomach is still swollen but has, thankfully, lost a little of the tension. I am *tired* in a way I haven't been since properly getting my vitamin levels up and my joints are aaaaaaching. My tummy keeps giving me little dagger stabbing pains just to remind me of its dissatisfaction over last nights gluten filled behaviour. You think you leave home to avoid being reprimanded. I never once thought my body would become my watch keeper. And what's worse? The icing on the delicious but body crippling cake? I have to keep on eating the bloody stuff today. 2 meals a day, as advised. I'm going to save the horrific Hovis for the days running up to the biopsy as hopefully it will illicit the same reaction as it usually does. But, for now, today will be spent eating cereal and pitta breads and digging out my baggiest of kaftans. Just my luck that the UK is set to be hit by an early heatwave right in the midsts of my suffering. If anyone requires a beach ball, you know where to find me...
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