There are so many things I wish I could go back and reconsider…you know…regrets and all…harsh and undeserving words said, physical altercations when I was – um – nuts in my youth, gestures made that perhaps show my vulnerability, money wasted – but none of these compare to deep well of regret I have for the entire clove of roasted garlic I consumed for dinner last night.  Sweet Preferred Holy Deity of Your Choosing…my body is reacting in ways a doctor could get published in a journal for.