My Bowels, Like Water

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I discovered that a rather delicious meal I ate contained milk. It was unpleasant because I am lactose intolerant. When I experience the symptoms thereof, for some reason my mind has created this little poem (it might be a haiku):

My bowels, like water 
  They move me
     To tears.

It’s usually not quite that bad, but it is a horrible, painful experience, and even after all these years (I first learned lactose intolerance existed over 25 years ago, when ate a large bowl of pudding I had made and suffered incredibly, with no clue as the cause). Despite the number of times this has happened it still caught me off guard, and it took inordinately long to figure out what was wrong and why I was experiencing the problems I was. Not that knowing gives any solutions after one has ingested milk products — at that point it just explains the suffering.

On the plus side I’m not normally not caught off guard, because I carefully read ingredients. The problem that occurred this time around is that the online grocery shopping doesn’t include an ingredients list, or a way to view it, and I didn’t expect this particular food item to contain milk or milk products.

It’s definitely an oversight that needs to be addressed for online shopping, and in Ontario, is probably a violation of AODA. (Accessibility for Ontarians with Disabilities Act). Now that I realize this, I will be reporting the store from which I purchased online and point out their responsibilities, and hopefully they will fix the issue of not having ingredients on the online shopping.

By Daniel Dickinson

I’ve had quite an interesting (read challenging) life and managed to do some pretty good work despite all of that. On this site, however, I am mostly focused on topics that are either personal or political, rather than ‘real work’ like firmware development, web development, work history, and the various professional and hobby activities that are what far too many folks see as the only things that make a person’s life valuable or make a person’s life matter.