So let’s start at the beginning. The beginning being when I found out that my favorite food and drink came with a price. The price of my ability to not cry, stand up, or breathe. You see, I was a victim. Addicted to dairy of all types. milk, chocolate, and cheese. Oh! I so love cheese. I don’t know why I did it, but one day I started on a huge dairy binge. Yep, everything I had had to have 3 main ingredients. Breakfast was loaded with cheese, lunch – cheese, dinner was cheese cheesy cheese. Oh, and let’s not forget the gallons of milk. Now, let’s add my all time favorite thing. The thing that if you told me that if I had it again I would die, I would be okay with death. Chocolate! I am the male version of a pregnant woman when it comes to the great, heavenly taste of chocolate.
I must admit, it was great. Loved every minute of it. Until one day, I kinda had this pain. But not any pain I have ever felt before. I was walking across the living room floor when it hit me like a train. In mid step I made myself into a ball and hit the floor. The pain was so bad that even crying for help, let alone crying at all, was impossible. If you couldn’t tell by now, I had been thoroughly introduced first hand to the wonderful world of kidney stones. Three to be exact. I was told that because I waited 2 weeks to go to the doctor for it, I had probably passed 2 already, all by myself. Yay me.
Do I still love dairy…You bet your donkey I do! Let’s just say that I drink a lot of water now a days. And that is how I found out that too much of a good thing…can put a man into labor.
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