I’m very whiney.
See, I think this digestive situation I’ve been having may be IBS. Which is worse, it turns out, than being lactose intolerant, because I also can’t have coffee, or chocolate, or booze.
I just came home fairly early from my staff end-of-the-year party, I can’t drink and I can’t eat any of the delicious desserts on the dessert table. (Though I did have watermelon. I love watermelon. But there is only so much watermelon a person can eat.) So I was just bummin. It was nice to chat with people. But still.
There have been two times in the past three weeks during my first, no coffee and high fiber, then no dairy diet, that I’ve messed up and gotten sick for several days. The first one involved a plate of “Super Nachos” and three cocktails, followed by four sips of coffee the next day. The second one involved two Bombay Sapphire Gin and Tonics and three pieces of rugelach. I’m thinking the alcohol was a deciding factor in both slips. So I’m not drinking that anymore, either.
I know things could be a lot worse. I could have cancer or chronic hiccups or something far more disruptive. It still could be celiac (nooo!)
But this is such a buzz kill. I love food. I love it. Especially baked goods and cheese. It just puts me in a bad space.
So say something to cheer me up, kay?