Last Thursday was the last day of class for one of my classes, so our professor decided to take us out for drinks during the last hour. Longtime friends may guess that this was the first time I’d been in a bar, and longtime friends would be correct. So everyone was sitting around, drinking beer or iced tea and talking, and in a moment of very great weakness . . . I had some mozzarella sticks. And some nachos. And some cheese fries. (OK, a lot of cheese fries, and there may have been ranch dressing.)
Attentive readers may remember that corn, potatoes and dairy foods are on my “forbidden” list. I certainly remembered, but I was feeling rather devil-may-care-ish at the time. Those of you who are fond of quick and severe punishment for wrongdoing (in the manner of the God of the Old Testament) will be happy to learn that I had a horrible headache for two days straight, and I couldn’t sleep for the next two nights, either.
Now that it’s been a few days, I am back to my regular health, meaning that I have a slight headache all the time, a moderate amount of trouble falling asleep, and I’m always tired, no matter how much sleep I get. (I’m tired of putting about 200% into the Word of Wisdom and getting about 50% back. I would like to be not weary, not faint, and to find health in my navel instead of just belly-button lint.)