Usually its weird in that they would not regularly eat too much of something, as ... a lot of people in my family are picky eaters (cough neurotic cough) but like...
Suddenly, its time for 5 pickles per day, for basically weeks.
Or... some particular kind of sausage or meat with a very specific seasoning flavor profile, has to be that exact brand/flavor/mix.
Oh well, most of my family is literally nuts (have actual diagnosed fairly serious mental disorders), so ... yay my family line!
But uh yeah... ironically, in a misguided idiot attempt to screen me for some kind of one of those disorders or something, I got a botched spinal tap, against my will, from a quack... my dad thought this could somehow screen me for rheumatoid arthritis, before I finished puberty.
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Basically no one develops rheumatoid arthritis until like their 40s.
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Theres nothing that a spinal tap accomplishes that screens for that.
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... I was having minor growing pains from puberty.
Anyway, reason I mention all that is to make a kind of dark and edgy joke about how I guess I've come closer than you have to having an epidural =P