I got my daith pierced for my birthday last month. I’d heard it was good for migraines and that was enough reason for me to do it. Even if it didn’t work to help my migraines, it’s a cute little piercing. Win-win.
I’ve been gluten free for a while, a couple years now. When I eat it, I’ll get a migraine within 24 hours. It’s kind of like alcohol. I have too much, I get a hangover. But with gluten, I eat too much and I get a migraine. Anyone who gets chronic migraines will know the struggle to figure out triggers and avoid them. Anyway, gluten is a HUGE trigger for me. Caffeine too.
So, since getting my daith pierced, I’ve been playing and checking my new tolerances. Turns out, since getting the daith pierced, my gluten tolerance is considerably higher. I ate fish and chips. I ate pon-pon chicken (not very good pon-pon chicken I have to say). No migraine, no nugget, nothin’.
I haven’t gone crazy and eaten a piece of regular bread or a donut or something. I’m glad I have a little leeway, but I’m not going to push it.
Anyway, what it all comes down to is n=1. I ran across this term listening to Tim Ferriss’s podcast. You are your own sample size and you need to do experiments on yourself. I mean, you can’t do double-blind studies and shit, but you need to be aware. You need to keep track of yourself and what makes you feel like shit and what makes you feel like a BAMF.
I have done so much work pinpointing my triggers for my migraines. I cut things, I add things back in, I try supplements, eating, exercise, whatever. It’s been years of this. So when people are all ~eye roll~ about me and gluten, I get all ~eye roll~ back. It’s not like this is fun. It’s not like this is cheap. It’s not like this is easy. BUT, it has made a marked difference in my quality of life. I’d spend days sick and throwing up. But since being careful with gluten and caffeine, it made things so much better. I am gaining days of my life back. I am happier, I am healthier. I can say with some certainty that gluten is not a good thing for me to eat. And I should also avoid caffeine. Watermelon, curiously enough, makes me violently ill. NSAIDs are also a no go. The super tasty Bloody Maria from my favorite taco place are a huge trigger too.
It’s weird. I have a weird bundle of food things. Which is a shame because I’m a pretty gregarious eater. I like to try new, weird things. And not being able to try so many things is heartbreaking to me. But… whatever.
Anyway. I’m not cutting gluten because it’s the cool new hip thing to do. I’ve found it makes my life so much better. Incredibly better. I’m my own little guinea pig. I don’t need to talk to the IRB if I want to do some weird shit like piercing my daith. I tinker. Continually.
I’m not sure where I was going with this. The hubs has been out of town and the Entropy Machine has all these ridiculous opinions and requests.
“Do you want the blue spoon or the pink spoon?”
“Pink.” … “I want the blue spoon! No Orange! The orange spoon!”
“We don’t have an orange spoon.”
“WARBLGARBL! *caterwaul screech*”
Like seriously. And I’ve been on a big KonMari kick and cleaning my house and keeping it ridiculously clean and trying to revise and editing and trying to write a new one and just. warblgarbl.
I’m totally going to sleep and I’m totally counting this for my wordcount for today. So I’m not going to cut anything and I’m going to count it all. HA HA!