Three nights ago we ate some Strawberry ice cream before putting the kids to bed. I paid dearly for that choice. I knew almost immediately that my stomach was not happy with me and the pain just continued to build. I lay in bed for several hours trying to fall asleep. I got up and visited the Lou. I put some panaway on my belly. I wish I would have had some DiGize because people say that works for tummy-aches but I didn't have any. I searched frantically for some Pepto Bismol. I wondered allowed if throwing up would make me feel better. Finally I went downstairs and sipped some Kombucha I keep on hand for stomach emergencies. Usually it works fairly quickly. This time it just didn't. I lay in bed watching Murdoch Mysteries clutching my stomach, swearing off ice cream, and cursing my loving husband who was sleeping so soundly. I have a tendency to be very hateful toward those who can sleep when I can't. Finally at 2:30 I slipped away. The next day I was talking with my sister who suffers from a lot of food intolerance and mentioned how annoying it was but how if it happened every time I would probably stop eating ice cream but since it doesn't I just can't stop. She started to laugh. "You do remember that last week you ended up having explosive diarrhea after taking a finishing off Cheetah's milk shake." How the heck had I forgotten that. So now I'm pretty convinced I do have a problem with ice cream I just don't eat it often enough to remember I end up in pain every time. It may be time to get some Lactase.
On a completely unrelated body issue I am apparently terrible with mouth wash. Dr. J likes using mouth wash so we always have it in our bathroom but I only like using it if I'm feeling sick. This week my throat started to feel a little sore. To try and stop a full blown sore throat from starting I decided to use a little mouth wash. The first night I accidentally swallowed my mouthful. I don't know how it happened, I just know I leaned back and my throat wasn't closed all the way and the wash just went straight down. I'm not a drinker and so I'm not really used to the burn of alcohol. I started sputtering and choking as the burning liquid went down. Cheetah came running in to see what was wrong. The second night I was more careful when I was gargling but then when I leaned over to spit into the sink the liquid hit the side with such force that it bounced back and hit me in the eye. Had I not been instantly hopping around trying to get the alcohol out of my eye I probably would have been completely sicked out but I didn't have time to think about anything but my burning eye ball. I'm thinking I need to take a break from mouth wash for awhile.