I'm having a bad week. In fact I'd go so far as to say I'm having the worst week of Lent since Jesus Christ.
Wednesday night I made hamburger helper which didn't sit right with Dave or myself. I could have sworn when I opened the sauce packet that I smelled ammonia or some other kind of disinfectant. Anyway, that night was a toss n' turner and woke up multiple times in pain.
The next day I did my usual Thursday volunteer work at Kaos. Since my stomach was still kind of tight, I decided to have strawberry jam on my bagel instead of cream cheese. As a general rule, dairy isn't a good idea when one's tummy is using chemical warefare on your body.
Dave picked me up a small salad for lunch, but despite this and the copious amount of water I consumed, I still went home with a headache. Of course this followed its normal trajectory to a migraine. It's hard to politely explain to your partner that you don't want to kiss/make-out/be physical with them because you're afraid you're going to throw up and that no, it has nothing to do with them.
Dave made a taco bake for suppers which was very tasty, but even after a three hour nap, I still wasn't feeling that great. Dave, god love him, made supper and did all the cleaning up, including the ice cream cake that inadvertently got left out overnight.
After a quick supper, I took some Pepto, fired off a few emails, then went back to sleep. At least tried to. I think I went to bed in more head-pain than I originally did. So I took some more drugs, slapped on the Head-On, and it was all Zzz from then.
Friday morning I made another trip to Kaos. I had a leftover Smitty's pancake from Tuesday (which was AMAZING cold, BTW) and a glass of Orange Juice. I made sure to take more food with me, so i threw in a banana and a bag of bagels.
Wasn't necessary as Dave bought me Subway for lunch. I had my banana for dessert.
It really sucks not having anything to snack from. Like, last night I was a little hungry, so I had a bagel with cream cheese and two slices of peanut butter toast. And the no soda is killing me. Dave says I can have diet because there's no sugar in it. Still...if I'm going to go no-junk food, I'm going to go all the way. I mean, all the way minus pizza. Mmmm...pizza.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
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