MILK ATTACK

I was up at the Trading Post our postal collection centre and coffee-klatch meeting.  They asked what I wanted and I asked for iced coffee, and because I am up there a lot, I didn't say "soy".  Consequently I was given straight milk.  I am a mess.  I can't write, I am having trouble putting my thoughts together, and I feel totally weak and trembling.  Just one glass of ordinary milk!!!!   To think I used to drink it all the time.  This too will pass, I know that.  But it really teached me what i used to do to my body (without knowing) all the time.  No more real milk for me.