I Think I Stink, Part 2

Ok, now I really think I stink.

It all started because of a free meal today from a drug rep. I know, I know, I'm morally against taking gifts from drug reps because I think that it contributes to the ridiculousness of drug prices (although a very small portion of the budget...), but maybe my morality in that regard will kick in once I'm getting paid something.

ANYWAY- I ordered a spinach salad with grilled chicken, bacon, eggs, and strawberries (Bob Evans style). I ate it, with the distinct idea that hey-this chicken has been marinated.

But what was I supposed to do? I was in a meeting, I had it in front of me, and I had no other options. I'd also been feeling funny all morning (shaky and short of breath), I think because I was hungry and my blood sugar was bottoming out?

Now I feel even more funny. Kind of spacey and short of breath. And I'm hungry but full. And my stomach is grumbly.

What complicates things is that I don't know how people normally feel when they've eaten something contaminated. I'm not quite sure how to tell. I feel "funny" a lot, so should I always blame it on gluten and move on, or should I go see my doctor like the little voice in the back of my head is nagging me to do?

Darn salad.