(For the record, since I know people have a tendency to get confused and not use any sort of rational thinking when it comes to health issues, I am NOT suggesting that lactose intolerance is contagious. And forgive me if this sounds a bit mean, but you'd be silly to think so.)
As I've mentioned many, many times, I don't feel as though my life is damaged and severely affected by lactose intolerance. It's just not. The condition is annoying, sure, but I'd rather have this than a gluten allergy. You get used to it. Really, you do. I know that if you're reading this shortly after you've discovered just what your stomach was so angry about, I can see how this seems flippant. I know, everything seems like it has dairy in it, but believe me--- You'll live. You'll learn to read labels, you'll adjust and you'll go from being totally depressed about it to mildly annoyed.
(You'll also learn to keep a few Immodium pills on you, just in case. I can't tell you how many times I've had to spend a ridiculous amount of money on upset stomach medicine just because the nearest Walgreens couldn't stock a stupid sample size...)
That being said, getting used to your condition means that if someone else in your house starts exhibiting those familiar signs of stomach distress, you know what to do. You suffering x number of years ago means that person will suffer less if you're paying attention. It's a small consolation, but hey.
I'm often asked if I have to make separate meals, one for me and one for the rest of my family (If you're keeping score at home- I'm married, have a 4 year old daughter and an almost-1 son). The short answer: No. That's a waste of time.
Long answer: I cook what we feel like eating. Between lactose-free milk, Kraft cheese and margarine, dishes with dairy in them don't have to be avoided. But I also cook all sorts of things that don't have dairy in them at all. My husband has used my skim lactose-free milk in his cereal ever since we've lived together. It's expensive enough, so why buy separate milk if you don't have to, right?
Well, after six years and change of living with me, now he has trouble tolerating regular milk above 1%. If he orders a coffee drink somewhere, he always asks for it skim. Now, people develop sensitivity to lactose all the time, so it might have happened even without me. Who knows, but it's something he sort of has to give some attention. Cheese, yogurt and other dairy products do not appear to be an issue. He's not really an ice cream eater, never has been, so I can't really tell you how his stomach would react to that.
My daughter, as soon as she was old enough to have milk, drank whole milk from age 1 to 2. From there, we switched to 2%. This was fine up until a few months ago when she started complaining that her stomach hurt whenever she'd go on a big cereal binge. (Or my favorite-- "I want dry cereal in a bowl. But I want a cup of milk to drink." Haha... Oh, kids.)
Hmm. I thought.
So I gave her a week of soy milk and lactose-free milk, and she was fine. She thought the lactose-free milk was weird, but I think that had more to do with the fact that it was skim and she wasn't used to that.
I'll admit, I really hoped it was just a stomach bug. Dairy can irritate anyone if they're a little under the weather, and she was. So after she started to feel better, I bought regular milk again, but this time, 1%.
She was fine... Up until a week ago, which of course is when I bought a whole bunch of new cereal. Started giving her soy or lactose-free milk, and she's fine. I'm afraid that her dairy issues are not sickness related, and that sucks. So far, the issue seems centered around milk, but she did seem mildly uncomfortable after eating some pizza the other day.
Like I said, she could have developed this regardless of my stomach issues, but it does make me feel a little contagious. Still, if this is an issue, at least I know how to deal with it. I envision years of difficult friend's birthday parties for her, but... Well, hopefully she can make it just another feature of her delightful personality, like I did.
I'm totally delightful, aren't I?
Don't answer that.
Stayed tuned for more tales as this develops. My son, by the way, will eat anything put in front of him, regardless of what it's made out of. I fear for my grocery bills, especially if I'm going to buy buying everyone a different kind of milk after he turns a year old.