The Celiac Monster has been laid to rest today. After being gluten free for over a year, I can't be accurately tested and diagnosed unless I eat 'poison' for six weeks. I think of that idea as a "Wake up and go to sleep" kind of deal. Ever since I self-diagnosed (technically Shannon-diagnosed) poisoning by gluten, I've been worried about the damage my body had sustained. I went to see a specialist in Pittsburgh, hoping to get some kind of protocol for damage control.
i'll paraphrase what he said. "if you had come to me last year and so sick, I would have run tests. I would ask you to eat a strict diet. I would have helped you become well. Today these symptoms you have told me are gone. I cannot put you on a diet. I cannot test you. I cannot treat you if you are already well."
I think the doctor is related to Captain Obvious.
Remember the old joke, "Doctor, Doctor! It hurts when I do this!"
"So don't do that."
Remember the old joke, "Doctor, Doctor! It hurts when I do this!"
"So don't do that."
I didn't quit gluten to feel well. Rather, I don't eat gluten so I can be well. That is truly the big distinction. if something makes you sick, don't eat it. Now, let's get on with it. Lower back pain has nothing to do with eating pizza. Diagnosis hunt is DUN!