Whatever I did to offended or upset you, I’m sorry.
The funky, instant rash on my hand was genius. And your timing? Flawless. Not only did you make it happen and fade before my doc’s appointment, you brought it back a day and a half later. Nice.
This ick kicking my butt? Great move. I feel like crud and cannot think clearly. And having the fever kick in today? Well done.
Now please, I beg you, please cut it out.
I’ll be going back to bed now.
Yes, I know you’re getting tired of hearing about them, but oh man was this one a doozy. I wanted my head to explode so I couldn’t feel it anymore.
The pre-event aura lasted over a week. I thought I might get lucky and not get one in April, but when it hit, I wanted to crawl into a hole. How bad was it? Hubby took over all morning and dinner duties and sent me back to bed. I spent all but 2-3 hours on Thursday in bed. Today I still hurt and have a funky tummy to boot. Gah.
I don’t have time for this! Work and dinner plans this weekend. I’m already a day and a half behind. Boo.
That’s it for my pouting today. I’ve got work to do. Look at the sweet puppy face.
Did she make you smile? Good.
And oh man am I getting my ass kicked right now. In addition to my usual pain, my clumsy side decided I needed more pain. I stepped on a dog bone, slipped on my naked floors, and hit hard. And bounced. I haven’t bounced before because I can usually catch myself. My head bounced and I could swear I heard a crack. No fear, the head and floor are intact.
You know it’s bad when the dogs go silent. I got up, crawled to the couch, climbed up, and laid there for a couple of hours.
You know how moms try to do everything while trying to keep her issues to herself? That’s me to a point. I got up, made dinner, and kept fairly quiet about how much it hurt. I felt a little better on Saturday and ran errands on Sunday. That was unwise. My pain went from 7 to 11 on the 1-10 scale and all I want to to is sleep. Crying takes too much energy.
I hate being a downer. Hate it! I hate being stuck. I know what happens when I push too hard instead of listening to my body, but I did it anyway. I do it anyway. And I end up here yet again; in pain, hating every second of it.
Whine over.
I’m nursing the ‘too much sodium last night’ headache this morning and have my remedy soup on.
Yep, we had subs last night. Firehouse Subs. It was a new experience for me, and I think I may have to leave it at that one visit. It was very good, don’t get me wrong. I’m one of those who need to cut some things completely during certain times or I’ll order from the hormone-controlled part of my brain.
Sub with extra dressing? Sure! And salt & vinegar chips? Yeah, baby! Soda? No, but I’ll get some light lemonade with extras lime. Overall it was not a bad meal, but the sodium! I knew it with the first bite, but it didn’t stop me. I keep telling myself that it won’t hurt every once in a while.
But it does hurt! I’ve had high blood pressure since my daughter was incubating all those years ago. Salty meals spike my blood pressure and result in a hangover complete with the headache and dehydration. Fun times.
I did this. I knew what the consequences would be and happily went along with it. You know, the few minutes of pleasure thing. It was good, yes, but worth the day of bleah? Not even close.