week 6 - the end... but not really

So its no real surprise that this was the worst week. Emotionally the entire experience had been building up and it was not going to end well.

I put on so much weight 90% of my wardrobe didn’t fit. I was exhausted all the time, I was grumpy, I was angry and in general not a great person to be around. So I made a decision that I would get the blood tests as soon as I could that week, and that I would make my follow up appointment with the specialists.

Talk about a roller-coaster! Tuesday I just lost the plot at work. A friend and colleague who I have been sharing the experience with tells me that he thought, “Yep, she’s lost it” that week. Then I went to get the blood tests. I had been trying to call the specialists all week, and by Wednesday hadn’t gotten through. I had wanted to confirm that if I took the tests, it would be ok for me to just stop eating the food and if they needed to do the biopsy it would be fine because I would still have traces in my system. But since I had already made up my mind, I went and got the blood tests anyway.

Thursday was just ridiculous. I was so excited the previous evening because I would finally get to stop eating this stuff and maybe feel better soon. But then I found out that I would actually have to continue eating wheat at least until the blood test results came back (which could be up to 3 weeks) and then depending on the results up until I could get the biopsy. Wow did I crash. I could hardly concentrate at work and all I wanted to do was go completely nuts at someone and sit in a corner and cry. I was completely devastated. All afternoon people were talking to me but I didn’t hear anything. I couldn’t concentrate. I was in shock.

I didn’t recover from the shock very quickly either. Later that week people were saying things like “Oh look at you trying to cram all your wheat before it’s over” and “wow you must be really enjoying it getting to eat interesting stuff again” which on probably any other week I would have been laughing with them, but that day it made my blood boil. It was the longest week ever, and I wanted it to be over. I felt like dying.