Honestly, I’m feeling pretty devastated right now.
As some of you know, I’m a baker. More specifically, I’m a primarily bread/sourdough baker. I plan to pursue what brings me joy and apply to culinary school in the next few years, when it’s financially feasible.
This morning at the doc, he gave me 3 likely diagnoses: General IBS, Celiac disease, or a gallbladder problem that would probably end with it being removed. Gallbladder is the least likely because I have no tenderness in my abdomen at all. He was leaning towards celiac since I get severe bloating and diarrhea after eating. I’m waiting on a blood test results, two of which are inflammatory markers and the celiac test. I’m praying so hard that it’s not celiac. If it is, it’ll throw everything off for me. I can make the change to GF, but it’ll be a hard one and might change my plans to bake bread for a living in the future.
I have a limited diet as-is, I’ve struggled with ARFID-like texture eating since baby years. I can eat few fruits and even fewer vegetables. People constantly tell me it’s just being a picky eater, but it’s not. It’s a fight-or-flight reaction I just can’t explain.
I probably should have expected this — I have a first cousin with Crohns (or celiac, I forgot)/ulcerative colitis that was only diagnosed in college.
The real irony of this is that my brothers have also had things like this- one planned to go into audio engineering but began losing his hearing, and the other planned to be a powerlifter but got diagnosed with scoliosis.
Life’s a $&@%# sometimes.