Awaiting a second blood test for coeliac disease – the first was, as I’d suggested to the doctor, too soon after stopping avoiding wheat – I am eating bread like a man possessed by the unquiet spirit of a thwarted baker.
Today is a far worse day than others, though, and I twist and turn with heartburn and a sense of over-fullness. It could be worse – this apparent reaction to a heap of cashews I ate at lunchtime suggests I have the less dangerous, “mere” IBS – but it could also be considerably better
If you are yet young, treasure your digestive system, the long spool of piping, valves and distended bags that you never notice except after a night’s heavy drinking or a stomach bug. Be glad of the freewheeling approach you can take to any restaurant’s menu.
I always felt that, as I grew older, I would also grow more dyspeptic; I just never expected that I would do so literally.