Well, that's a big fat fail on the 30 posts in 30 days Health Activist Writers' Month Challenge.
Where have I been? Well, mostly in the loo, and otherwise I've been on the couch, utterly exhausted, sleeping in front of the tv.
There's something really perverse about lupus. I've spent days and days hoping I have a really bad case of gastroenteritis, or maybe dysentery.
I've also been waiting for a retest on my latest bad liver function test. The result of the retest is that yes, it is improving, but still not great. (I was kind of expecting that, my liver function tests are always fluctuating.) There was just this nagging doubt that because I felt so incredibly sick, maybe this time it wasn't going to improve.
So that was my Easter. I didn't even get to church.
Of course, there's a glaringly obvious cause for my abdominal disturbance. I've been eating gluten. Not just sneaking a tiny bit now and then, but eating like a normal person. I keep saying I'm not celiac, just gluten intolerant. It won't kill me. Right now, it feels like it is killing me, which is probably a good reason to go back to my strict gluten-free diet.
Yes, I hear you yelling at your screen, "Who does she think she is, trying to get away with doing anything like a normal person?"
What can I say? I'll just put this sandwich down, and back away slowly.
(Oh, a little note to those people who choose not to eat gluten, even though they aren't celiac or gluten intolerant: Are you insane? Do you know how much I would like to be able just to eat anything I felt like without getting sick? Having said that, thank you for making gluten free products popular enough that I can get them easily.)