Today feels dominated by unpleasant tasks – writing a difficult email, doing my overdue personal taxes, cleaning up cat pee – so I'm extra-glad it started with a long snuggle in the bed with my aging, grumpy cat who doesn't much want to snuggle anymore, followed by a trip to the farmers market and the resulting tasty lunch.
About a week ago I ate an entire, rather large, donut from Union Square Donuts. And....nothing happened! Except maybe my mouth felt a bit funny? So it seems that I can eat gluten again. Lots of it. Well, comparatively. But maybe I shouldn't eat too much?

I am shook, as the kids say. This is literally the stuff of dreams for me. I used to dream that I'd eaten a big piece of regular cake and nothing bad happened. Every so often over the past ten years, during my waking hours, I'd think, "Hm, it's been a while since I had a gluten attack. Maybe it's not an issue anymore?". Then I'd get glutenned and my body would make it clear that it was most definitely still A Thing. So I gave up on that thought and resigned myself to a lifetime of gluten-free eating.

What changed? Your guess is as good as mine. I have some theories. Maybe I had a leaky gut, and avoiding gluten for long enough allowed it to heal? Maybe the immunotherapy I've been on for cat, grass, and mold gave my bored immune system something else to do? Maybe it was part of my suspected MCAS* and the quercetin I've been taking helped?

I'm still digesting (har har) what this means for me. I went to a social gathering recently where someone brought a gluten-y treat – and I got to have some! I participated in a celebratory food ritual! Also, next time I travel I can...just buy a wrap at the airport! Or eat what they have for a vegetarian meal on the plane! A whole new world has opened up for me...

*That's another whole post.
Something bizarre happened to me last Thursday. Something I'm still not sure how to process.

I was flying home from Palo Alto and stopped at the airport for lunch. I asked for the gluten-free toast with my meal. When the woman working in the kitchen brought it to my table, I had a moment of optimism/relaxation/inattentiveness and didn't double-check that it *was* the gluten-free toast.

You can see where this is going. It wasn't gluten-free. And I didn't get suspicious until I'd eaten three quarters of it.

I've never had forewarning of a gluten attack before. I scoured the airport for a heating pad, to no avail. I took 800 mg of ibuprofen. And then I waited in dread for the agonizing cramps and diarrhea to come as my immune system declared my intestines Enemy #1. While on a plane for six hours.

I waited...and waited...and waited. The attack never came. There were no discernible effects. I'm totally weirded out. I've never heard of someone un-developing a food intolerance. Was it a fluke? Can I eat all the gluten I want now? Only small doses? Only if I take a whack of ibuprofen with it? Or...what?

I've decided to do a couple of small tests. First one, a Coffee Crisp bar, one of the things I've missed the most, sometime this week. Wish me luck!

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