<<Disclaimer: Verify this information before applying it to your situation.>> I decided to write about my little episode because in retrospect I find it rather humorous but also because the position I put myself in could have easily been avoided with a little more planning and effort. I teach computers on a middle school level. For anyone who thinks this is an easy job, I invite you to come spend a day. It is mentally and physically exhausting; and having Celiac and being over 40 don't help. Anyway, I thought I was feeling "strong" enough to plan to go shopping after work on Friday instead of coming home, making dinner, and crashing as usual. On my behalf, I will say that my first stop was at a health food store where I bought some pasta and cookie supplies. I then ventured to my next planned stop where after about 20 minutes I started to get that familiar achey, exhausted feeling. OK - I thought _ I planned this, I'm going to venture on. So venture on I did until I starting to get hungry. Luckily I had three bags of Pamela's Cookies to hold me over. I ate 3 or maybe 4 cookies but I soon realized that these were not going to get me through. So after fighting traffic and two mac machines that were out of order I found a McDonalds. I remembered reading on the list how some people had very good luck with McDonalds or was that bad luck or no luck? Whatever, I was starving by now. So I went through the drive thru (no i'm not going to eat a breadless burger in front of everyone) and ordered a McLean Deluxe, Small Fries, Diet Coke. I pull up to the window - they are out of lean beef. I must of looked a littled crazed when I said "give me a quarter pounder NOW" because I got it really fast. Do any of you know how hard it is to pull that burger off the bread - let alone without getting any crumbs on it - while driving? Believe me, it makes the issue of whether the fries are cooked in the same oil as the chicken nuggets, a negligable point! I ate the semi-breadless burger, fries, diet coke. Yes, I did feel a little under the weather the next day; but would I do it again? Probably. I'm sure those plane crash survivors aren't trading human flesh recipes or planning a reunion barbeque; but sometimes we do what we have to do. Next time, I will plan better. I'll bring food with me that will be satisfying and keep me going. Believe me, cookies don't do the trick. You need something substantial and I learned that you can't wait until you are ready to bite the arm off of the poor boy working the take-out window at McDonalds! Debbie Resch West Creek, New Jersey [log in to unmask]