I had a breakfast meeting at Atlanta BREAD Company the other day. You know, that sadistic place that’s packed to the gills with all known forms of glutonium. Apparently I have suicidal tendencies.
On the drive there, I tried to calm my growing apprehension by rationalizing that I was only there for coffee. After all they would have to try really hard to cross contaminate the coffee, right?
Still, not feeling comforted, I resorted to the Celiac’s prayer. Maybe you know it?
Thy pure and unflavored coffee, with natural cream, it comforts me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of millions of itty bitty bread crumbs;
Thou annointest my belly with caffeine only; My cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me out of this truly evil place and I will not have to return for all the days of my life.
After an 18 month adventure through the catacombs of the medical system, I was formally diagnosed with Celiac Disease. The bright side of that journey is that I know 3,712 nasty and horrible conditions that I do NOT have. 