A big, scary lion lives inside me. I couldn't make it go away as much as I want to. I feed it, and I think it learned how to depend on me to live. I love feeding him, but I still wish it to go away. It growls every time I feed it – that is a growl of anger! It should have been a growl of gratitude, but I don't think lions are ever capable of doing such.
That is what happens every time I drink milk. I am lactose intolerant, but I love drinking milk! I always wake up groggy in the morning, and thinking about what to eat for breakfast. I will definitely reach for the milk bottle in the fridge and open the pantry for the cereal. Why? Because it is the easiest, most delicious, and most nutritious breakfast to prepare! After two to three hours, the lion in my stomach will start to growl. After thirty minutes, it will start scratching the linings of my stomach, which doesn't hurt much really, but enough to keep you bothered and distracted from talking to people. After another half an hour I proceed to the bathroom to finally battle the lion inside me. It's a tough battle, alright! The bathroom will sound as if it's in a nuclear battlefield – sounds of grenades, sounds of RPG's and then finally, the atomic bomb. The lion's dead, and it left a horrendous stench in the battlefield. Oh you don't want to smell a dead lion's body! But as part of the military work, a soldier has to dispose the body to the nearby creek.
So much for that! Hahaha.
It's hard being a lactose-intolerant. For many lactose-intolerant people, simply not drinking milk is the solution to their problem. But what solution can you give a problem if you love doing what causes the problem?
There aren't much lactose-free milk available to the nearest grocery stores in our area, so we just resort to the regular milk they sell. Even after numerous deadly battles inside the bathroom, I still couldn't give up my taste for milk – regular or ultra-pasteurized.
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