Then it was refreshment time. I was given a large cup of orange juice, and 3 digestive biscuits were offered. Now as I was undergoing the gastroscopy for a problem with eating wheat and potential coeliac disease, I thought I should mention that the digestive biscuits were definitely OFF my menu. The nurse didn't flinch and instead got my rucksack out of the locker to get me some wheat free snacks that I had bought with me.

After drinkies and snacks a nurse came over and told me to go to the washroom, so I said that I didn't need to go, she made it clear that I was going whether I wanted to or not. So wheeling my IV drip with me off I went. On my return to the bed the nurse who'd inserted the milkshake straw into the back of my hand removed it, oh that was so nice.

I was allowed to get dressed, then escorted back outside to my husband, to wait for the consultant to see me again.

So, the good news from the consultant was that he couldn't see anything that would possibly be causing me a problem. And there was no evidence of why when I eat I feel every mouthful going down my oesophagus, and why food gets stuck there when I'm eating, needing me to drink water to push it onwards.

He had taken a biopsy for coeliac disease, and the results would take a few days to come through. So really there was nothing he could see that was causing my horrifically violent reactions to the merest speck of wheat.

The next step the consultant suggested was a full abdominal scan to rule out things like gallstones etc. He also gave me a laboratory blood test requisition, so that when I had another attack I was to go immediately to the nearest place that would take my blood, then he might be able to see what's happening to my body when an attack occurs. Bit of a long shot I'm thinking, I've been so careful I haven't had an attack for 8 months, but that has meant avoiding all restaurants completely, and I'm not going to purposely eat some wheat just to recreate the symptoms, because the last time I had wheat I thought I was going to die.

When the biopsy results came back they were negative for coeliac disease. So that's sort of good then, I can still carry on eating my homemade granola and porridge with maple syrup safe in the knowledge that I'm not doing myself any harm.

But it means that things are still completely inconclusive. The doctors are doing all the things they can to try to get to the bottom of my wheat problem. I'm not allergic to wheat, but I can't eat even the merest speck of it without terrible symptoms. And after each attack during the last 18 months the symptoms have been exponentially worse than the previous attack.

I have to see my allergist, Dr Charming himself, in July again. I'm not hopeful though that they will ever find out why I can't eat wheat, why I haven't been able to lose weight even on a calorie restricted diet and lots of sport since the day I had the food poisoning, or why my immune system seems to have gone a bit beserk.

But you know, the thing that is still worrying me the most? That I completely can't remember what happened for 50 minutes of my life during the sedation, mind you it was the best 50 minutes of sleep I've ever had.