I had the stomach flu. My dear friend Sophie let me bring P over to her house and while she kept an eye on the kids I languished on her couch. A few days later I felt almost human again, but then, it began. I shan’t go into details but let’s just say I was not pleasant to be around.
So I sent off a note to my lovely cousin Cathy, a dietician. She sent back a long email full of advice on how to fix what amounted to kind of a temporary lactose intolerance. Having her around to ask such questions of always makes me think that every doctor’s office should have a dietician on staff. But I digress. I kind of followed her advice and kind of got better. So then I really followed her advice and got a lot better. But it’s still there, a long lingering tummy bug and I simply can’t go near dairy. How sad! I love dairy. I love cheese. I love milk. I love chocolate milk.
And I especially love lots and lots of milk in my coffee. I bought some soy creamer for my coffee. How they milk those little beans is beyond me, but it isn’t too bad. But it isn’t milk. I’m so sad.