I used to be all about some free stuff. Now, my opinions have changed.
The day after my birthday, I had a doctor's appointment because I had been having unbearable migraines.
Now I've never been professionally diagnosed with migraines, but this is the feeling I get: I just ate a large dinner. An angry, angry ice fisherman is chasing me all around Alaska. After I'm good and tired, not to mention nauseated, he catches me, pins me down, and shoves an ice pick into my forehead. The sun is shining so brightly and is reflecting off of the snow. While this is all happening, there is a small creature inside of my head, trying to escape. He decides to throw a party and blow up lots of balloons, so many balloons that they don't all fit. There is so much pressure inside of my head that my eyeballs almost fall out.
As you can imagine, it's very pleasant.
So I told the doctor about it. She asked me lots of questions, told me to take lots of vitamins, and then said the most heartbreaking 10-worded sentence I've heard in a very long time, if not my entire life:
"I'm going to put you on a gluten free diet."
I'm like, psh yeah right that's totally not what's wrong with me. I'm not listening to you. I'll just eat whatever I want, whenever I want. Because I do what I want.
I actually listened at first, but then Marisa made cupcakes. If you've never had one of her cupcakes, I am so sorry. They were decorated as pokeballs. I couldn't resist. I ate one. It was delicious to the max. (I also had some chicken noodle soup that my RA shared with me along with a small piece of Mo's brownie).
The next morning, I woke up with one of the worst headaches of my life. I honestly thought my eyeballs were going to fall out if I didn't hold them in. I took my migraine medicine and it was fine 30 minutes later, but I refused to believe that the cupcake (and other stuff) caused it.
A few days later, I was at a friend's house eating some dinner. I was offered a beer and I'm like, it's legal, I'm 21, beer probs doesn't have much wheat in it anyways (I'm in denial), sure. WRONG. I woke up the next morning with a headache that could kill death itself. You may be thinking, oh Katie you were probably hungover. Nope. The headache went away when I took the magical migraine medicine. Plus, I don't think after one I'd be in THAT much pain. That's when I decided I probably should just suck it up and listen to my doctor.
It's been a super rough and depressing journey, but luckily I have friends who have (for the most part) made it better.
Supportive things my friends have done for me:
Bought me gluten free groceries
Made me gf cupcakes
Gotten up early and made gf pancakes with me for breakfast
Sent me different gf recipe links
Not-so-supportive things my "friends" have done to me:
Laughed at me when there were carnival cookies at the dining hall and I couldn't have any
Offered me cake (or other gluten-infested foods) and then were like, "Oh wait, you can't have this! Lolz!"
Tell me how much they love to eat gluten
Offered me bars of gluten
I'm all about some free things, but only when "free" means "costs no money." Not "lack of insert delicious ingredient such as gluten."
