A year into my coeliac diagnosis I was feeling pretty chuff ed with myself. No more pain, no more wondering what was wrong with me, no more frustrating detective work and Watson-like deductions (such as thinking I had endometriosis).
But then.
What new evil was this? It started out as a low level niggle. My jeans felt a bit tight. I had a spot of pain. was it PMT? I shrugged it off.
