Saturday, August 6, 2011


I continue to feel awful in the nether regions.  Usually after 2 doses I feel much better, but it hasn't worked yet.  Then, last night (early this morning) at 1am I woke up with horrible stomach pains and terrible sweats.  I stumbled to the bathroom wondering which end everything was going to come out.  Let's just say it wasn't pretty.  Not sure what the cause was but it made me very nervous to take my medicine today.

I got up this morning late and had another uncomfortable trip to the bathroom.  I was able to chomp down Daddy's breakfast of champions...Dunkin Donuts...and take a shower.  This gave me enough energy to troop L off to his favorite cousin's 5th birthday party.  My boys tend to be on the shy side when it comes to biggish crowds and L was no exception today.  He refused to participate with the group in the games set up and eat lunch.  Once my brother-in-law had the balls and bats out for baseball practice (it was a sports-themed party) he warmed up and ended the party on a good note.  I really think he just wanted Jamie on his own and not have to share time. 

During the party I had the usual "you're doing a great job," "God wouldn't give you more than you can handle," "there is a special place in heaven for you" drive by from my brother-in-law's mom.  Lovely lady, but seriously, the timing was awful.  I don't know how, but I somehow made it through the party and got home.  I proceeded to walk in the house, look at K and declare I was completely done and going up to bed.  There I stayed until about 7 when I came downstairs to my sister S all dressed up to go out to dinner with C and their husbands to the swank new restaurant in our neck of the woods.  She was there to pick up E to babysit for C.  I don't know why but seeing them going out to dinner together without even thinking of inviting us added to my current overall funk.

So, in conclusion...I feel like crap.  Dog doo doo.  Absolute yuck.  I just ate something (another Daddy and another trip to the bathroom produced pain.  L is asleep on the couch which doesn't bode well for his sleep tonight.  My malaise amounted to another missed opportunity to de-clutter around here.  I think I'll head back upstairs, climb under my covers with the 3rd Game of Thrones book and call it a night.  Tomorrow has GOT to be better.  Right?


  1. Ugh. Hope you are better soon. And then get to go out to dinner.

  2. I remember looking at my Pawpaw one day thinking he looked dreadful and he looked at me and said, "I feel like a big bucket of sh-- with a rock thrown in the middle." It seemed apt somehow. :o/

    I hope this finds you feeling better.

    You know, there were a couple of things people would say to me that would utterly p me off. "You are so strong! I'd just get in bed and never get out again" or, "God doesn't give you more than you can handle" or, "God must have needed another angel". Honestly, folks, just say you're sorry, or don't talk about it. Argh.