Important advice for the oblivious in each of us

Citric acid curdles milk.

"Dante, we frickin' knew that."

If you sit down to a cup of tea with milk in it and also pour a glass of ice water and think "gee, I'd like some lime with that water", please stop yourself. Otherwise you will blow a couple hours with an upset stomach.

"You're a tard, lad. I mean, you've got a degree and normally you can tell your elbow from Shine-Ola but..."

Hey, sometimes I just hit the Stupid Olympics. We all do.

Maybe it wasn't the milk meeting lime

So the pain did not go away when I took some Tums. In fact it eventually got worse and stayed very painful most of the night. I slept about ninety minutes when the object of pain moved from my stomach to my small intestine. Once it hit my large intestine, the excruciating pain was back with a vengeance and did not end until the waste was gone.

By the way: I never realized the word "excruciating" was from the Latin for "out of the cross" until I misspelled it above. I had "excrut-" and then it fixed when I made it "excruc-". I then thought about the Vulgate words for cross and realized the word refers to pain like that of Jesus on the Cross. Hmmm... I'd say the pain was a 7 or 8 but not a Good Friday sort of scene. I would have begged anyone for a sedative but I knew I was simply waiting for a plop.

That felt like food poisoning from my experience. The slight hallucination (I had one song stuck deeply in my head most of the time) and diminution of pain when I sat up and the complete ability to pass out once the pain was over (and sleep for seven hours) go with my experiences of food poisoning.

There are three culprits:

1. Twinkie: I haven't had one in a year and Kibo bought some. I had one right before I made tea and limewater.
   
2. Milk going bad: the milk carton was near the end. Since I bought a new carton earlier, I dump the remainder and switched to the new carton for this morning's... err, mid-afternoon's cup.
   
3. Something I ate at IHOP: Kibo and I went there for dinner. I had a steak and salsa omelet with hot sauce and some of a grain & nut pancake. I'd like to think the hot sauce would have killed anything but perhaps it was a culprit. Since I consume more than a normal share of hot sauces these days (because Boston food is boring when it isn't ethnic), I don't want to suspect the sauce. Nevertheless, it was a sauce I had never had before. I liked it, though. I also had two hours between the hot sauce and the pain.
   

Thank you all for your comments and concern. It's interesting that only females replied.

-off to read proudlyfallen's answer to my sense memory assignment, Dante