My dad hated buying me Lactaid milk when I was little. He only told me recently but I thought it was pretty funny especially since he never confronted me about it as a toddler.
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Out of our little family of four I was the only lactose intolerant loser while the rest of the group was perfectly fine with the 2% that seemed to ruin the party for all the dairy loving members. "Ice cream anyone? Well almost anyone…?" My digestive tract simply hated me and my special needs didn't stop there.
I was also severely allergic to cats and anything outdoors. I required allergy shots and endless doctor visits where I sat in the waiting room with my hands clamped in a Chinese finger trap more than once. I couldn’t swallow pills so my mother had to switch me to more expensive liquids—another occurrence my father detested. I had the worst teeth of anyone ever—each tooth proudly pointing in its own unique direction—for which I needed retainers on braces on retainers to make me an acceptable member of society again. I also cried every day in 4th grade because I missed my mother and hated my new school in the middle of nowhere rural America far from my familiar surroundings in New Mexico.
Oh and I had asthma but let's not even get into that. There were lots of wheezing inhalers breathing chambers and treatments; quite a sad sight from everyone's perspective.
