February 4th, 2010

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I Survive the Doctor, then Almost Kill Myself For Ice Cream Cake

My doctor appointments yesterday were both quick, and relatively painless. I may have babbled like an idiot to my new doctor, but whatever, I told her as much as I could about my delightful and very recent medical stuff. 

In the evening it was time to head out and celebrate my friend Kathy's birthday. It was a lot of fun, and the food was excellent. The ice cream cake, which looked so beautiful was a bit... deadly. This whole lactose intolerance bit is really putting a damper on my enjoyment of other people's birthdays, let me tell you. Especially since it seems so much worse post-surgery. Before I would get a bit of stomach pain and... stuff, but it wasn't terrible. It is now terrible. And I didn't have all that much, like a half a slice of ice cream cake, which was half cake to begin with.  Ouch. I try not to be all "woe is me" about my life, but a lack of ice cream is definitely time to bring out the world's smallest violin.