Glutened (Again) 💩

Let’s face it, sh*t happens.

Honestly, probably more often for us gluten intolerant folks. I mean, look. You read every label. You asked the waiter twice. You watched them change their gloves like a hawk. And yet — here you are, horizontal on the bathroom floor, clutching a heating pad and questioning every decision you’ve ever made. Same.

This page is your chaos sanctuary: a running log of glutening disasters, near-misses, and the kind of unhinged survival stories that only make sense in retrospect. We document it, we commiserate, we cry a little, and then — eventually — we laugh. Welcome to the support group nobody asked for but everybody needs.