Like clockwork, it seems that I always want a cupcake. Day or night,
rain or shine, with milk and cookies. The dilemma over cupcakes concerns
my favorite part. Well, which part is that? The icing part. So sweet
and creamy and problematic. See, I have what the doctor calls "adult
on-set allergies." As I was coasting through my twenty-second year of
life, I developed a sensitivity to dairy.
*waves* good-bye
cheese, milk, sour cream, cream cheese, salad dressings, yogurt, all the
foods made with diary, but especially cupcakes.
Forty-five
minutes ago, I ate a slice of cheesecake. It was so good. But diary
interferes with iron absorption. And the doctors told me that I have
anemia too. So, now I'm waiting for an hours time to take my iron
supplement.
I wanted to go immediately to bed after eating my
wickedly sinful slice of cheesecake. But I hadn't taken my vitamins
yet, so Here I Am.
Sleepy, frustrated and rambling.
My hour is up!
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