Turning 30 should be celebrated, you are about to enter the best years of your life, so they say. But when I turned 30 all I could think was, how come everyone else isn’t complaining about how exhausting aging is? My health hadn’t even got to its worst at this point. I often wonder what triggered my celiac. Was I gluten intolerant first? Was it a virus? Maybe the mumps, the measles, phenomena? Maybe the flu? Or maybe childbirth was the final straw. My Grandads niece is the only family memeber I know of who has an autoimmune disease, so it’s just me in my immediate family. When I left home at 19, my diet changed, and not for the better. I worked a lot of jobs, 70 hour weeks were normal, I was also studying and partying pretty hard. Ironically, the first major change in my health I can remember, is when I worked in a bakery. All of a sudden my asthma wasn’t seasonal or if I had a cold, it was an everyday battle. Burning the candle at both ends, my Mum would say. I soon s
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