From an IV to an Interview with GFree & Happy

I like to think of memories as marbles. Some grow foggy with age; some roll under the sofa, lost forever in the catacombs of the mind. The very best, though, we place on our bedroom shelf and admire during hard times. My interview last night with Kathy Nelson, who runs a GF blog series at gfreeandhappy.com, formed one of those prized marbles. 

Traditionally, Monday draws the short end of the stack. Few wake up cheerfully and nobody honors it by song - though "Friday" by Rebecca Black may have been more punishment than pleasure. For me, yesterday's Monday morning skipped unenthusiastic and sped straight towards hellish

It began at the ungodly hour of 5:30 am when, after riding comatose to the hospital, I trudged down the white halls dressed like a mini gangster in my huge sweat pants and t shirt. I ain't getting dressed up for stuff like this! Then came the doctors. The risks, the goals, and, of course, the medical students staring at me through the window. After I was doped up (thank goodness!) I don't remember much. As per my usual luck, though, my procedure took three times longer than normal. Apparently I kept waking up (even with anasthesia) during the middle it in true zombie-never-stay-down fashion


Rockin' my medical arm band

Eventually, though, I did wake up and remain up once the procedure was over. It wasn't a happy awakening - nobody's happy after a tube made acquaintance with their intestines for three hours straight - but I could leave! It was over! Finally! 

Except, it wasn't really over. Even as I type this, my throat is screaming bloody murder and my arm looks like a beaten eggplant from their attempts to take blood. Memories of last night, though, counteract the pain (at least for a couple moments) because last night I talked face to face with Kathy Nelson via Skype

I was lucky in that I had about five hours between getting home still high off anesthesia and talking to gluten free viewers live on Skype. Just 'cause I was lucid doesn't mean I wasn't nervous though! Some people worry about sounding too weird during interviews; I worried about sounding like the boring doped-up doll I was a few hours back. 


A picture of Kathy from her website
Immediately after the interview started, though, I relaxed. Kathy's amazing personality and charisma made me feel comfortable right away. We crammed a ton in those thirty minutes (my top ten GF products, my diagnosis, college tips, and more) and I enjoyed every second of it. We laughed, we connected with other gluten free viewers, and I basked in the welcoming glow of the celiac community after one miserable Monday morning

Because, really, the support from my family and the gluten free community is what has kept me afloat despite all the challenges. When I started this blog, I never imagined anyone would read it, not to mention tweet it, comment on it and want to interview me about it. When I was sick, strangers from the Internet wished me good health; after every achievement, those same strangers share my joy. The best gift a newly diagnosed celiac will receive is support from others and I want to say THANK YOU for that.

Of course, there is an extra big thank you for Kathy, whose interview entirely brightened up my Monday. Watch my interview here for more personal stories, jokes, and my list of the top ten gluten free products every college celiac should bring! She has a new interview lined up every Monday so check it out


What's the worse medical experience you've had because of celiacs? Has the celiac community helped you deal? Comment below! 


Comments

  1. Oh man..."beaten eggplant" is such a great (and horrifying) description. I was cringing for you! I've had a few annoying/vaguely traumatic medical experiences because of celiac:
    1) When I went to the emergency room after nearly fainting at work and sat for seven hours in the waiting room only to finally be told nothing seemed to be the matter and I should see a gastroenterologist because I probably had IBS.
    2) When I went to a gastroenterologist for a colonoscopy only to be told I was fine, had IBS, and should not worry about what I was eating because my diet was fine.
    3) When, after I requested the celiac test from another gastroenterologist later, I went in for a follow-up appointment and he spent the entire time discussing IBS medication with me. At the end, I asked, "So, my celiac test came back negative, then?," and it turned out he hadn't even checked. He went to check and came back to report, totally unapologetic and casual, "It looks like you probably have it."
    4) ...actually, I'll stop. The upshot is, ALL my medical experiences since getting sick have pretty much sucked. Being able to complain on my own blog and others' has been super helpful, though. :)

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  2. Haha glad you liked it! It looks even prettier today, that's for sure! XD Thanks for sharing your own experiences - nice to know that I'm not alone. I totally agree that venting is my number one therapy of choice. Being sick is never fun and hospitals aren't one of my favorite places that's for sure! :)

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