I feel like shit.
I woke up around 5:30 to a weird sensation. I was coming out of mah lil' dreamville, and I couldn't get comfortable. I realized I felt hungry. But... I wasn't.
My bellie was swollen and sick.
I couldn't get comfie. I was worried that I'd eaten something funkie (although, I couldn't imagine WHAT) and I didn't think I'd caught something.
So I took some Gas-X, and laid down, trying not to wake up my boyfriend.
So.Friggin.Miserable.
So, I drove myself, late, to work. Stomach all weird and distended.
It's slowly dissipating, praise Bob, but I still feel terrible.
So I got the lunch of champions. Chicken soup & a grilled cheese. My "ooh, I wanna feel better" foods.
I am so exhausted. I feel so wiped out.
Friday I kicked my own ass at the club, and the cherry popping went well. As did some narcissism.
My biological clock went into overdrive this weekend when I saw the most adorable giggling big cheeked dimple having blue eyed baby girl. I had to physically LEAVE the restaurant. Her parents followed us out. TORTURE. She sorta looked like Mark's Evey. It was weird.
Today we got to dress down. I'm so glad. Seeing as my stomach is on strike.
I have a review to do. Bah.
Still woozie. :(
BUY SHIRA'S ARTWORK!!!
Mucocele removal is tomorrow. Oh how I shudder.
Oh, and mah damned underwire snapped. In one of my favorite bras. I could cry. But of course I won't.
I woke up around 5:30 to a weird sensation. I was coming out of mah lil' dreamville, and I couldn't get comfortable. I realized I felt hungry. But... I wasn't.
My bellie was swollen and sick.
I couldn't get comfie. I was worried that I'd eaten something funkie (although, I couldn't imagine WHAT) and I didn't think I'd caught something.
So I took some Gas-X, and laid down, trying not to wake up my boyfriend.
So.Friggin.Miserable.
So, I drove myself, late, to work. Stomach all weird and distended.
It's slowly dissipating, praise Bob, but I still feel terrible.
So I got the lunch of champions. Chicken soup & a grilled cheese. My "ooh, I wanna feel better" foods.
I am so exhausted. I feel so wiped out.
Friday I kicked my own ass at the club, and the cherry popping went well. As did some narcissism.
My biological clock went into overdrive this weekend when I saw the most adorable giggling big cheeked dimple having blue eyed baby girl. I had to physically LEAVE the restaurant. Her parents followed us out. TORTURE. She sorta looked like Mark's Evey. It was weird.
Today we got to dress down. I'm so glad. Seeing as my stomach is on strike.
I have a review to do. Bah.
Still woozie. :(
BUY SHIRA'S ARTWORK!!!
Mucocele removal is tomorrow. Oh how I shudder.
Oh, and mah damned underwire snapped. In one of my favorite bras. I could cry. But of course I won't.