The Journal of Brian Ezhno

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August 31, 2001 – Friday, 10:39pm

I had to read The Diary of Anne Frank for my English 10 Honors class over the summer. I already switched out of honors and into regular English, but I actually read the book. It was kind of interesting to read. By the end of the book it seemed like writing a diary would be a good idea. It’s supposed to be cathartic, and a way to organize your thoughts, and if there’s anything I need it’s those two things. I knew by the end of the book that there was a reason I had been assigned to read it. It was the hand of God (or something like that) telling me, Hey, this is what you gotta do. So, I’m doing it.

Anne’s diary had a name. I can’t remember why she named it Kitty, and I don’t really care all that much. Mine I’m going to call Henry. I miss Henry. I was 4 years old when he died and I still can’t get over it. So maybe whoever wanted me to read Anne Frank also wants me to contact my brother somehow. Maybe it was Henry who told me to read Anne Frank so I’d know how to get in touch with him. It must be boring in Heaven.

So, Henry, I guess you’re wondering what I’ve got going on, to read The Diary of Anne Frank and think of myself. I’ve been having some problems since maybe 6th grade that I’ve never told anyone about. I think maybe there’s something wrong with me, but I don’t think I’d want to admit it even if I knew for sure. And since you died, I swear, Mom and Dad’ve acted like it was my fault. No fucking help there. But anyway, I think…. Well, no. I’ll just tell you a story.

The summer before I started middle school, everything started to get… different. Everything started changing. I don’t mean like hitting puberty and that shit, but literally changing in front of my eyes. One morning Dad came down the stairs and melted into the carpet. I ran to the bathroom to grab a towel to soak him up with, and when I came back he was sitting at the breakfast table like nothing had happened. Once Liz strangled the cat till its eyes rolled back into its head, then she dropped it and the cat just walked away. It even shook its head and the bell on its collar jingled. Liz gave me a funny look when I gaped at the cat, and told me I was weird.

When school started I ditched all my friends from elementary school. They all hated me anyway, and I decided I hated them, too. The voices didn’t come till later. But they did come.

I’m tired now. I’ll finish my story tomorrow, probably, or something like that. Sleep well on your angel clouds, Henry.

Beauty in Death

The earth was cold. Beneath the copse
of maple trees lay, staring up, a corpse.
Her hands were bound beneath a fold
of the autumn dress she wore; all told,
she had been stabbed, then laid out on the floor.
Her hair was brushed, makeup reapplied;
there had been no rush. Her beauty defied
the death to which she’d been stolen. In fact,
“death” was only by her eyes spoken; for the act
which killed her left them cloudy, though her skin
appeared unbattered. Even her lips, half-parted, thin,
were painted red and pouty. And her dress
remained, untattered. Yet what once may have impressed
now was only the bitterest ghost of beauty ripped from life,
slipping from its host as easily as had the knife
which aided her passing. Days went by, colored leaves
turned to dust, amassing while some unknown thieves
had stolen something from the world. But beneath a copse
of trees lay someone’s little girl. Her corpse
was left for years, to animals and the elements;
till there were tears but no more evidence.

Note: This poem has a very strange dual rhyme scheme; there’s internal rhyme (very loose) and external rhyme (generally pretty strict). I really like poetry with both types of rhyme, but it’s really hard to write. This isn’t awesome, but it’s a decent foray into the idea.

Hall of the Bear

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The prison bus left its only two passengers at the door of Rothrad Penitentiary. A guard who had accompanied them saw to it that his charges—one a hacker, one a killer—were uncuffed and safely in the lobby of the prison. When the heavy metal door closed behind the prisoners, the mechanism inside it clicked loudly. Locked.

Wyatt Keaveney, who was either in or nearing his late thirties, took a few steps further inside the lobby and surveyed the room. Most of the lobby was cordoned off, save for a path that newcomers were undoubtedly supposed to follow, though the rest of the room was bare. The walkway led straight into the lobby perhaps twenty feet, then the cordons were shifted to the right for another twenty-five feet, leading to a door that presumably would open up to the prison proper, where the two new inmates would find their cells. Before the door there was a metal detector, and a computer system beyond that that Wyatt was unfamiliar with.

Wyatt’s companion, a teenager who had introduced himself as Edgar Sealock, started up the walkway without a glance around the room, without a thought to the absence of guards here. The door had locked behind them, there were no windows—no way out but through. Security cameras, mounted high on the walls, followed the prisoners’ movements as Wyatt followed Edgar down the cordoned path.

For a moment Edgar lingered at the end of the straightaway, straining his eyes in an attempt to see what was hidden behind a partially open door. He guessed it was just a closet, but he couldn’t deny his curiosity. When he leaned against the cordon to get a tiny bit closer, a far-off alarm bell sounded, accompanied by something of a much lower pitch from inside the closet itself. (Something sliding down the wall, perhaps? He wasn’t sure how anything might have fallen, but was sure it wasn’t impossible.) Edgar immediately returned his attention to the walk and hurried to catch up with Wyatt, who had overtaken him while he snooped.

At the end of the line through the lobby they passed through the metal detector and were assigned numbers. These flashed on the computer screen as they passed it, and represented their inmate numbers, they thought. Cell blocks were probably in ranges, Wyatt was sure, as well acquainted with the guts of a prison as he was.

“What’s your number?” he asked the hacker.

“Eleven-fifty-something,” Edgar replied. It had actually been 1153.

“I got nineteen-seventy-two. Good year.”

They walked on, entering an atrium. This room was gloomy; one of the long light bulbs overhead flashed annoyingly. More cameras silently honed in on the new inmates, their glass eyes glancing over the scant furniture that had been arranged neatly. When Edgar ran his hand over the top of an uncomfortable-looking chair, his fingers came up with a layer of dust.

There were two doors at the far end of the room, one closed and one open. Wyatt saw as he neared the open door that this prison was not like any he had encountered before—and he had been transferred several times and seen many high-security penitentiaries since his arrest in ‘72.

Rothrad Penitentiary was a circular building, that much had been obvious when the bus had pulled up to it. The hallway he saw through the doorway was not illuminated wholly. It curved around the edifice’s core in darkness; there were no windows and as of yet no light. As Wyatt and Edgar cleared the doorway and entered this strange hall, the door behind them clicked as its hinges unlocked to let the door shut. The waning triangle of yellowish light from the atrium gave the two prisoners a flickering glimpse of a thin chokecherry wood door on the inner wall of the penitentiary.

Then the atrium door shut with a great deal of finality and left the two in darkness.


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Setting: Xidelstat, Zuria

Xidelstat is a territory of Jord. It is bordered by five states, not including its mother-state: Samir to the north; Yorkley to the east; Farilos to the southeast; Kadesh to the south; and Barisma to the southwest. The flat steppe area that came to be Xidelstat was uninhabited and for the most part undisturbed. Some oil company from Jord ventured into the unforgiving landscape and actually struck oil north of where the future territory’s capital would be. Having discovered such a treasure, the company sent a team of lawyers up to the national capital of F.D. Porto-Maro to request this federal land be sold or given over to Jord for the cultivating and refining of oil.

The national Agricultural Committee sent out a surveyor to determine where this unnamed territory would begin and end, and the deed to the land was sold to Jord for a five percent cut on the profit made from the oil each year. The territory was named after Franklin Xidelstat, the foreman of the team from the oil company that had struck the liquid gold.

Over the years, people from all the eight states brought their families to Xidelstat and created families there. Towns began to crop up and eventually cities were born from the influx of people, mostly oil workers and their families. Eventually Xidelstat developed its own micro-government, and although it was the pride of the Jordans, the capital Kitam was much too far away for them to keep a reign on the developing state-that-could-be.

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Xidelstat’s principal cities are Sarabi, the capital, Quentin Town, and Feolus. They are each just miles away from an oil refinery or well, where most of the men of the cities worked. Sarabi became the territory’s industrial center, with warehouses and headquarters of such companies as the Borenir Corporation, the most successful company in all of Zuria. A railway station was built in Sarabi—aptly named Central Hub Rail Station—and the trains which run between Sarabi, Quentin Town, and City West in Yorkley, branched out into smaller towns like Uríth, Feolus, and a few in Jord where the steppe ebbed away. The Warehouse District and what became known as the Housing District were joined when the roads expanded, and soon the Public and Business Districts joined them at the intersection of Q-Town Road and Great Lady Main Street.

Sarabi and Quentin Town are the only cities in Xidelstat with public libraries. Quentin Town, however, is the only place in Xidelstat with a university. Zed University has been the birthplace of hundreds of profitable lawyering careers; these men and women usually go to work in the Federal District of Port-Maro or Yorkley. Doctors and engineers are also turned out  at Zed, though higher education is not a requirement for much else; and the principal business of the territory being oil drilling and refining, there is little use for much education in Xidelstat at all. Quentin Town is the home of work seminars and big corporate meetings because of the Quentin Auditorium, which is also a theater that houses local productions that people come from miles around to watch.

The town of Feolus is small, with an almost rural atmosphere. It has one manufacturing plant, where locals work with porcelain and glass. They make fine china, bath tubs, sinks, windows, mirrors, and glassware. There are even a few privately owned glass-blowing shops where the owners make glass figures and stained-glass hangers and windows (for a hefty price, most of them). Most of the wares from the plant are shipped in wagons to Sarabi, packed onto trains and sent to department stores across Zuria. Most people in Xidelstat, however, buy these things (for cheaper, in fact) straight from the plant, and so there are few department stores in the territory.

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It took generations for the people of Xidelstat to consider themselves Xidelians, instead of the Farilons, Kadeshians, Barismans, ‘Delans, Hadians, Yorkers, Jordans, and Samiros/-as that their predecessors had been. When Xidelstat threatened to appeal to the national government for their independence, its power- and money-hungry neighbors Barisma and Kadesh brought their militaries in to Xidelstats’ borders and, without intervention from the mother-state that was ignorant of its territory’s situation, the two states fought for the right to overtake the territory and claim it for its own.

The war that rocks Xidelstat lasts 2½ years. The first period of the war, Barisma and Kadesh battle at the border, where even the Xidelians are unaware that there is a war. The second period, called Il Scåthan, or Krój Duży in the vernacular, sees the two armies going deeper into Xidelstat, eventually overtaking Sarabi and beginning to rip it apart. The armies also begin to take civilians and force them to fight among their ranks, as they’re cut off from their supplies and the rest of their men by the opposing army at their borders.

Something merciful happens after those two and a half years: the plainclothes militia from Samir has come, and although there are soldiers left from Barisma and Kadesh meant to kill any remaining draftees, for the most part there is peace. The national government eventually sends aid to the territory, including architects to rebuild Sarabi and rations and things. Luckily, outside of Sarabi there is little structural damage, although many Xidelians had disappeared and would never be found again. The government also granted Xidelstat its statehood (despite Jord’s assertion that they had no right to do it) and protection by the militia until Xidelstat could muster up its own forces. Barisma and Kadesh were sanctioned and in some cases embargoed, and many of their militaries’ officers were arrested and would be tried for war crimes. A few more years would go by before the draftees who were herded back into Barisma and Kadesh—or, those who survived—were discovered in the prisons and labor camps and freed by the newly-formed Xidelian Army.

Setting: Hub City

Hub City is a decently sized city  accessible only through wormholes. These portals were created at true north, east, south, and west in the city and in various places throughout the inhabited universe, and are kept in buildings called portal houses. The land on which the city itself sits is an asteroid with an artificial atmosphere, out at the hem of the universe. It is far from any sun and has no moon, and so has an artificial cycle of night and day. Likewise, without a natural rotation, the Hub’s seasons are mathematical and consistent. Spring and autumn were programmed to last the longest, winter the shortest and summer somewhere in the middle for a restful break from school and the chill. The man-made atmosphere does not, however, hinder the use of magic or in any way disrupt its courses like some atmospheres of its kind do—except from the outside.

The portal houses at the Hub are much like medium-sized mansions. They have three stories and contain at least twelve portals per floor (except the Corporate Sector’s, which also has two large portals that are designed for earth-vehicles and air-buses. These are built into an additional basement. The vehicles come up on the road via a ramp. This is also the bus garage during off-hours and holidays). They have elegant stairways and a moderately large cafeteria for hungry travelers. The ticket booths are on the first floor first thing through the front door, and checkers take stubs when you get in a portal to your destination. The amenities at the portal houses include free air-buses that circulate between them at thirty-minute intervals, as well as illusion machines that can make an otherwise-shaped man or woman look like the race of their choice for twenty-four hours.

From the portal houses, transportation in the Hub include earth-vehicles and air-buses. There are also bike shops, including regular bicycles and motorcycles, and stores where one can buy transportation of a less mundane kind: magic carpets and hovercycles and things of that sort. One shop, aptly named Up, Up, And Away! is a boutique specializing in flying broomsticks and the less primitive flying metal pole. All stores of this sort are near Central Square.

Upon entering the aptly-named Hub City from the west portal house, Ephrath, your eyes are greeted by the dilapidation of the slums, often referred to as “the broken spoke.” Here the houses are ramshackle and weathered, their paint, mostly white, chipping and peeling from the buildings’ wooden flesh. The road is paved roughly but it is ill-advised to walk; if your clothing looks new it may be stripped from you without hesitation by any man or woman who espies you wearing them. In the Brokenspoke, there are no vehicles but the buses that service the portal houses. They run every fifteen minutes through Central Square.

From the south portal house, named Nakimera, you enter the corporate district. Here the big businesses house their headquarters in high skyscrapers. The large manufacturers also have some warehouses in this district, though these days they are few and far between. Likewise a few banks have established themselves here, those for the rich—usually the corporate big shots who can afford the high checking fees. The most expensive bank in Hub City stands at the southeastern-most end of the Corporate Sector: Il Banco Bellaggio.

The streets in the Corporate Sector are neatly paved and delineated. Vehicles are packed in the garage down the street from the Bellaggio, and the portal buses don’t cross the intersection that separates them. The Corporate Sector portal is the only one large enough for earth-vehicles. The Corporate Sector is also the only section of Hub City where public magic is prohibited, and which has a wall to guard against the inhabitants and plant life of the forest.

Waldron, the east portal house, faces the east-west main street that ends as Kassi Row. All of Hub City’s most expensive real estate is on the Row, including the home of the mayor.  On the roads parallel to it are the more modest homes and apartments. Kassi Row becomes Portal Road EW (Waldron-Ephrath) five miles before it feeds into the roundabout at Central Square.

Of all the Hub’s portal houses, the north portal, Sulwyn, is the busiest. The northern portion of the city is called the “social sector,” where residents and outsiders alike gather after their working hours. The most notable establishments here are the Moving Picture Theater, Katya’s Gentlemen’s House, and the Common Grounds (the biggest bar in town, but by no means the only one). The theater sits between Katya’s and the Common Grounds, all of which are across Little Main Road from the long Markethouse. On one side of the Markethouse is the Office of the Law, and on the other is the Hub City Holding gaol.

Across Portal Road NS (Sulwyn-Nakimera) are other, lesser-known bordellos, bars, and live show theaters. Here on the west side are the hotels, motels, what-have-you, and overnight stay whorehouses (you can’t spend the night at Katya’s—you have to take them back to your place for that). There are fewer fireball lamps to light the streets anywhere far from the Moving Picture.

Central Square, often referred to as “the hub of the Hub,” is where most business takes place. Here are the smithies, mechanic shops, potions sellers, technology gurus, and the Grand Cathedral. The centerpiece of the Square is a giant fountain surrounded by the traffic roundabout. The fountain is made of amethyst and may weigh at least a ton. Here at Central Square magic is not only condoned but encouraged. Local children take school in the cathedral and come out at lunchtime to watch the magical displays and try their own hands at what they might do if they only had a little more experience.

Wandering peddlers and performers are required to obtain a license before putting their wares out on the Square. Anyone caught without such permit may find him- or herself in the goal for a few days. Sellers of pets, such as small dragons, dogs, cats, and birds are required to have special licenses and undergo a safety inspection.

Outside the city limits there is the Golmring Forest. Here there are wild creatures, most harmless but some fairly dangerous. Also this is where the werefolk, vampires, and other carnivorous residents and wanderers hunt.


The inhabitants of Hub City are as diverse as the locations to which the portals go. They are tradespeople, businesspeople, stay-at-home parents, drunks, thieves, and magicians. In race there are humans, elves, vampires (some of whom live very honest, nonviolent lifestyles), were-creatures, shapeshifters, fairies, the occasional demons and angels, and goblins—to name a few. The current mayor himself is a centaur, and the sheriff is a shapeshifter (this is often a point of contention between the denizens of the Hub. Some say there’s a racial bias against other races being the heads of the law).

Hub City is a place where powerful magicians can make their homesteads. Since magic and psychic “waves” are diffused by the atmosphere, it is a safe place for them to teach their children and train their apprentices have they any. The Hub is also friendly toward magical practices; the only place that “public displays of magic” are prohibited is the Corporate Sector. In the middle of Central Square, however, the fountain bubbles with psychical energy that enhances the strength of magical endeavors.

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, and which has a wall to guard against the inhabitants and plant life of the forest.

excerpt: Fall of Heaven III

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Sabraton emerged moments later, followed by four women in robes. They looked like nuns in dark blue habits. Their skin was wrinkled with age and their eyes were covered with a white film, affecting that they were blind; yet they walked surefootedly behind the thin form of which Sabraton was possessed. The last woman pushed a long metal cart, which appeared to be almost six feet long. Its top shelf was covered with a sheet, the shelf below it home to surgical implements that could have also been torture devices.

As if it were a show, Sabraton’s Nurses halted the cart in the middle of the gym floor, so that the length of the table was visible from the bleachers. Malquior brought Judas to the four hags, and two of them took his arms. They grinned greedily, and there were few teeth to be seen in their wrinkled gums, which bled in some places as their mouths split with their expression.

The Nurses were stronger than Judas had imagined. The two grasping his arms dragged him to the cart, forcing him down onto the white sheet that covered the cold metal, while the other two removed their tools: one which looked like eyelash clippers, and one that seemed like a distant cousin to an ice cream scoop, with a sweeping blade that was sharpened exquisitely.

Judas struggled, but the Nurses held him fast. One of the Nurses, the one with the eyelash clippers, held his head down by the forehead with her right hand. With her left hand she maneuvered the clipper-like implement first to the man’s left eye.

The clipper forced the eyelid open, and Judas could not draw the lids together without ripping the flesh that was caught in the tool. The other Nurse with the scoop put the thing over Judas’s left eye, just below the spot where the clipper-thing held his eyelid. With a press of the little lever, the blade in the scoop swept around in an arc, with such force that it cut through the optic nerve.

Judas shrieked in agony as the world swam before his remaining eye, and where the other would have been there were flashes of red from the alarm and the pain. “God!” he cried, thrashing in the grip of the other Nurses. The clipper tool let go of his eyelid and he closed the empty socket where his eye should have been, even as it filled with blood.

“You must stop the bleeding, sister,” one of the restraining Nurses said, in a high-pitched, grating voice.

“One thing at a time, my dear!” the one with the eyelid holder replied, her words cracking in her mouth as she spoke. Her voice was lower than the first Nurse’s, but no less unpleasant. She knelt down to grab the surgical sewing kit on the bottom shelf, and offered the eyelid holder to the Nurse to whom she had spoken.

The other operating Nurse now had Judas’s eye in the scoop, like ice cream waiting to be transferred into a bowl for dessert. She unscrewed the cap of a jar on the lower shelf of their operating table and dropped the enucleated eyeball in. With mild interest she watched her sisters sew up the optic nerve and try to stem the bleeding.

Living With Lactose Intolerance

I have congenital lactose intolerance. When I was a baby, I nearly died from the cow’s milk formula I was on until I was switched to goat’s milk. When I got older, my lactose intolerance became less noticeable, although those years of oatmeal and pizza made for a lot of sick time. Once I hit about fourteen or fifteen, my lactose intolerance came back with a vengeance. Since then, it’s been a battle between my digestive tract, my medicine, and my overwhelming desire for the foods I absolutely cannot have anymore. I’m nineteen years old now, and I’d like to think of myself as somewhat of an expert at avoiding and compensating for dairy. I am only one of approximately 30 to 50 million people in the United States who suffer from lactose intolerance. (FBCH, 1999) This paper is mostly written for those who have lactose intolerance, to discuss ways in which to cope with this deficiency, but I hope that it may also help educate those who don’t know what lactose intolerance is, or maybe know someone who lives with it.

You may wonder, What exactly is lactose intolerance? It is the inability to digest lactose, a type of sugar found in milk, through a deficiency of lactase, the enzyme generated in your digestive tract that helps you digest the lactose. Lactose intolerance is not the same as a cow’s milk allergy. Also referred to as lactase deficiency, the condition can be divided into four types: primary, secondary, developmental, and congenital.

Primary lactose intolerance, also called adult-type hypolactasia is caused by the body simply losing the ability to digest milk. (Reilly, 2004) Your body produces less and less lactase as you become older, because milk becomes less of a primary source of nutrition. An illness or injury to the small intestine can result in secondary lactose intolerance. Secondary lactose intolerant may be temporary or permanent, depending upon the severity of the illness or injury. Congenital conditions are ones that you are born with. This is the least common type of lactose intolerance, affecting about 1 in 1,000 births. (Reilly, 2004)

Developmental lactose intolerance occurs in premature infants, and usually becomes better as the gastrointestinal tract matures. (Leeds & Sanders, 2008) People with congenital lactose intolerance, like myself, have lived with the symptoms all their lives. (MayoClinic, 2009)

Lactose intolerance may be detected through medical tests. Right now there are four types of test in use. In one test, the patient drinks water containing 200 ml of lactose, then they and the doctor wait for symptoms to occur; in another, the patient simply cuts dairy out of their diet for a number of days, then reports back to his or her physician to discuss the difference in the patient’s stomach pain and stools. (Aziz, 2008) Another, the most sensitive test at about 90% sensitive, is the lactose hydrogen breath test. The last test for lactose intolerance is an invasive one; it is a biopsy “performed on duodenal [...] specimens” that “measures lactase activity directly.” (Leeds & Sanders, 2008)

As stated previously, lactose intolerance is not the same as a cow’s milk allergy.* Symptoms of lactose intolerance range from stomachache, cramps or pain, and gas to vomiting and the most common symptom, diarrhea, depending on the severity of an individual’s intolerance. (WebMD, 2007)

If you’re lactose intolerant, you probably know how hard it is to find foods that are non-dairy these days. What you may not know is that milk has two components: whey and curd. Both of these components contain lactose, and are found in many foods. (Cavette, 2009) Whey, which makes milk watery, is used in processed foods, and can be found in the ingredients lists of many foods you’ll find in boxes. (Food Lovers Companion) This makes up most of our daily indirect dairy intake. Curd in milk coagulates when the milk goes sour or is treated with enzymes, and is primarily used to make cheese. (RhymeZone)

For the purpose of this article, there are two types of dairy products: basic, “no-brainer” dairy foods, and sneaky dairy products. The basic dairy foods are: milk, cheese, yogurt, butter, sour cream, cream cheese, ice cream, and pizza. Obviously, anything containing any of these is also a dairy product. Sneakier dairy products include some medications, processed foods, dried fruit, margarines, breads, breakfast cereals, and pre-prepared meals. Lactose is also used itself in commercial foods for texture, flavor, and “adhesive qualities.” (Wikipedia) Some of the sneakier products now have the bold warning on the nutrition labels that the product contains milk, but it’s always a good idea to look through the list of ingredients. Remember that the ingredient that’s in the most quantity in a food item is listed first on the list, and if you have a good feel for how tolerant you actually are of lactose, you can gauge about high up on the ingredient lists certain milk products can be before they make you sick.

An inherent difficulty with lactose intolerance is replacing the nutrients in our diet that we no more get from milk, or that we don’t get enough of from a restricted dairy diet. Milk contains nine nutrients vital to our health: calcium, potassium, phosphorus, protein, riboflavin, niacin, and vitamins A, D, and B12. (National Dairy Council, 2006) Calcium is necessary for bone health, and is key in preventing osteoporosis. It is recommended that people in the age groups of 11-24, 19-50, and 51 and up get between 1,000 and 1,500 mg of calcium every day. (NIH, 2006) The calcium in milk can be obtained through products such as calcium-fortified soy drinks, dark green vegetables, fortified oatmeal, tofu, rainbow trout, pink salmon, and clams. (ARS, 2008)

Potassium is necessary for muscular and regular growth, as well as electric and cellular functions. (Tsai, 2008) Some of the foods from which you can obtain potassium are: bananas, most fish and red meats, tomato products, lentils, kidney beans, apricots, and orange juice. (ARS, 2008) Phosphorus can be obtained through a diet rich in calcium and proteins. Its function in the body mainly concerns strong bones and teeth. Protein is found in most bodily fluids, as well as in muscle, skin, glands, and organs. There are complete and incomplete proteins; complete include eggs, meats, fish, and soybeans; incomplete proteins include rice, beans, wheat, and corn. (McGee, 2007) Riboflavin and niacin are both B-vitamins. They, along with B12, can be found in nuts, eggs, poultry, legumes, green leafy vegetables, shellfish and lean meats. Vitamins A and D can be found in eggs, meat, liver, certain fish and fish oils, and oysters and margarine. (Dietary Guidelines for Americans, 2005)

Now, if you’re like me and absolutely cannot give up certain dairy foods, there are treatments available. At Walmart, for example, they sell Equate Dairy Digestive Supplement pills in a bottle and in a sheet (the bottle is a much better deal). These are to be taken at every meal, or for every half hour you’re eating. (Equate is a Walmart brand found in their pharmacy; other pharmacies have their own brands if they carry lactase supplements at all.) There are also Lactaid Fast Act caplets, which work about the same. There are also certain brands of once-a-day lactase pills, that I recommend if you aren’t severely lactose intolerant. I read somewhere that you should take an antidiarrheal, such as Imodium A-D, to help reduce the effect of a dairy product on your system. Also, at Walmart I have found Lactaid milk, which is regular milk (2%, skim, and whole, I believe) with the medicine already in it, as well as a type of vanilla bean ice cream that’s the same way.

Whether you can just take a pill once a day and eat what you want, or you have to cut dairy foods out of your diet altogether, lactose intolerance doesn’t have to ruin your life. You don’t have to spend hours in the bathroom or feeling sick, nor do you have to go without all the health benefits that milk has to offer.

*Milk allergy manifests in the same way as most food allergies, with hives, nausea, and head- and stomachache. (Williams, 2006) If you believe you might have a cow’s milk allergy, you should avoid consuming dairy and see your health care provider.