One last time before school starts.
And it was real nice. Nice weather, no rain.
I went to an awkward bonfire the first night.
The next day we went to a "picnic" with 150 lobsters and a bazillion clams and ate so much and didn't think through what exactly butter was made from, an hour or so later I am in a kayak in the middle of a lake with a stomachache so bad I don't think I'ma make it back to shore. In fact, I don't want to. I want to die right there. Roll over and drown. I do make it, and speed walk like hell to the bathroom. And all I wanna know is, what the hell, stomach? What used to be a minor lactose stomach pain is a crippling horror like I may never stand again. What used to be a bit of reflux chest pain and spit up is a propelling vomit. What used to be slightly irritating period cramps are so bad I get a stoop back and can't open my eyes. Hense my never taking the white pills and therefor never bleeding. Hense my cutting red sauces and large amounts of acidic fruit out of my diet. Hense my FINALLY giving in and faithfully taking lactaid pills. It ain't fair. Why are my innards so strange?
After that I was not only deathly embarassed, but pretty much put off lobster for the day. Ate a bit of desserts with PLENTY of pills and headed home. Steve had a really bad headache and we went back and he look a nice nap and I watched tv. Later we watched HP6 and I always feel so bad cause my right ear doesn't hear that well- yes, I do NEED to turn the tv up that loud. Sorry =[ Not that anyone minded. Again, just me being embarassed. I ate some AMAZING french toast though. CArefully. I can't seem to put my whole trust into the pills yet. Give me some time.
The next day we went back to the water and finished off the sea food, etc. I tried to learn cards and failed. I went on a boat. I didn't go tubing cause it was REALLY cold. Wish I had now that I can't feel the water, haha. We drove home. Long ride. Watched Alice and Nemo. Tried to nap. I felt nauseas. Got home and came to my house. Steve got his rats and my gliders survived. My tator is still at Shei's. I ate a ton of ice cream. Mmm.
Guilt free ice cream. Ain't that a thought.