Note to self:
My body no longer likes dried apricots.
I mean it REALLY does not like dried apricots.
Unfortunately, I love dried apricots; but I don’t eat them very often.
And I have never had a problem with them before.
Last night, I ate a bunch of dried apricots.
This morning my body responded with:
WTF, WTF, WTF!!!
From the double you over cramps.
To rushing to the bathroom (multiple times) and feeling like someone had connected a fire hose to my fat old lady ass (pointing outward – thank goodness).
But WTF body, was this really necessary?
Couldn’t you have made me a little extra gassy?
Did you have to unleash the apocalypse in my bowels?
It reminds me of when my body told me my eating corn on the cob days were behind me.
Things seem to have (finally) quieted down.
And, lesson learned, body – no more dried apricots.
Message received loud and clear – no more dried apricots.
Yes, indeedy.
Thoughts from a Fat Old Lady 
I drank milk with no problems whatsoever until I hit my 40’s. Then the IBS from hell let me know that I could no longer consume milk or ice cream without Lactaid. I don’t care about not being able to drink milk. I found that I like the nut milks better than dairy milk anyway. But I do like ice cream. So I’m glad for Lactaid.
Fortunately, most cheese contains very little lactose, so I can eat cheese without a worry.