It isn’t my intention to throw shit at or on anyone here.
Even with ketamine, troches (same thing…sort of), it is very hard, when my skin, GI, and mind are screaming for escape, to maintain any sort of semblance of Polite.
For what it is worth, according to pattern, this is the tail end of getting glutened. Not pretty, unpleasant (especially if you are around me), but it is improving. I have stopped bleeding. Yay.
It sucks to be afraid of your food.