Watermelons have been good this year - sweet and juicy and tantalizing. I have had good luck with muskmelon too. Not cantaloupe, but true muskmelon which I prefer. I am usually careful to monitor amounts because I do not tolerate raw fruit tremendously well. I can handle a small amount, which is better than what I can deal with in raw vegetables.
But somehow I miscalculated how often I was indulging, and now I am paying for my melon indiscretion. Or should I say indigestion. I won't torture you with the sordid details, but let us say I am spending quantity time in the bathroom, agonizing in private. This sometimes translates into emergency stops at public institutions that offer bathrooms.
Like the other day I was home for lunch, and usually manage to take care of business before I have to return to work. But my body decided to pretend not to need such ministrations, so I climbed in the car and headed the five miles back to the library. Just as I got too far from the house to turn back, I suddenly found myself in dire straits. I needed a facility and QUICK. The agony was gut wrenching. Fortunately, I had just passed the public library, so I turned around and beat it back there, none too soon.
Its getting obnoxious when your life is interrupted so rudely. But there is no help for it. Once it passes, I will stay away from the watermelon for awhile. Of course, Queen Anne cherries are coming into season soon . . .
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