Sort of like this, except less obnoxious. You can always throw me a parade though, I wouldn't mind that too much.
But it does mean that having any sort of dairy leaves me miserable. And by miserable I mean bloated and crampy for literally an entire day afterwards. It's so fun.
But as I've been lactose intolerant for a few years now, I've sort of figured out what to avoid and how much of what I can eat without risking misery the next day and shocker or shockers, an entire bowl of ice cream is generally not the way to go.
But all of this is pretty par for the course for a Monday. I have three assignments due today, a kitchen floor to scrub and a run to... run? Yeah. It'll be that sort of day.