I have been glutened. For people who don’t have celiac disease (most of you), that means that a protein most people can tolerate has attacked my small intestine & made it impossible for me to digest a variety of things (for a little bit).
I won’t get into the physical details because they are gross. You know what stomach flu is like.
Mentally, it’s much worse, I always feel. You stop absorbing fat-soluble vitamins for a few days while it all heals, so your body is achey and your brain is…
I burst into tears driving into work yesterday because INXS was on the radio. I…don’t usually do that.
I burst into tears thinking about something relatively innocuous from my past that I am normally able to analyze rationally. And that I don’t normally think about.
And I had a really fantastic day yesterday. I had zero reason to be sad.
This is why we have to remember that what our brains do is frequently tied to what our body is doing. Yes, our brain controls our bodies, but our bodies control our brains right back.
When you are sick, when your organs are damaged, your brain is handling a gazillion other things. It’s like the mother with four kids, & all of them are screaming. Eventually, she’s going to snap & scream at them. And they’ll burst into tears.
I mean it was so bad I had a moment (or longer) where I thought God hated me. I felt trapped, rather than in his hands. Or even worse, abandoned. There was absolutely no good reason for this except that my brain did not actually work at that moment.
I never want to hear another gluten joke again. You people don’t even know.