It's one thing when my body decides that it will no longer tolerate my very occasional indulgence of barbecued spareribs. (Exhibit A: doubled over in pain most of the day on July 6, following dinner at my parents' house on July 5.)
It's another thing when my body decides that it will no longer tolerate my occasional nibble of cheese. (Exhibit B: doubled over in pain most of the morning of July 21, following the nibbling of two slices of Cabot cheddar at bedtime on July 20.)
It's a WHOLE 'NUTHER KETTLE OF FISH when my body decides it will no longer tolerate the periodic crunching of a mini-Butterfingers from the office candy drawer.
Seriously. Who can I talk to about this?