I finally figured it out: I’m lactose intolerant.

You may wonder why I’m so happy about this finding, but trust me, knowing the problem is a lot better than feeling generally bad after each meal. When I first moved to Winnipeg, I always felt bad that I had to excuse myself from the Hamilton dinner table after the meal (sometimes during the meal). I though I just wasn’t used to “white food”. But now I see I had been drinking a tall glass of milk with my food, just like all the other Hamilton kids. Before Winnipeg life, it wasn’t a big deal, because I didn’t drink much milk growing up, and didn’t have a taste for a lot of lactose rich products (cheese, ice cream, yogurt, etc).

So it became clear today, hours after downing a tall glass of strawberry Milk 2 Go. By noon, I had been sick more than twice and needed “alone time”. This happened a couple days go, also after drinking milk in the morning. A coworker suggested that maybe I was lactose intolerant, like she is, so I Googled the symptoms and found that I was experiencing all of them in exactly the time period it predicted.

So there you have it, folks! I fit the Asian stereotype; I’m lactose intolerant!