This is all I've eaten today:
dirty pizza last night, but horked that right back up.)
In my defense, it's organic.
And low fat.
And yogurt and not really ice cream.
And that's all my stomach is really able to handle right now.
I tried to eat some pita bread.......badbadbadbad idea. Uh huh, tummy said, "No likey likey."
BTW, I do not have the flu. **Boys...look away** I am currently surfing the crimson tide. Riding the cotton pony. Having a visit from Aunt Flo. About ready to ripe my uterus from my body and burn it like a bag of poo on a porch.
Yesterday I spent the entire day in a Hyrocodone induced fog. In bed. Despite what you're thinking: "Yippee drug induced haze!!! Happy Joy Joy!!" (Which I was really hoping it would be like.) No, no, it was not.
It was safer in bed. When I would peel my pooper from my lovely mattress to walk around, I would weave from side to side and eventually ram my shoulder/elbow/forehead into a very sturdy barrier also known as a 'wall'.
At this point, I either want to get pregnant or go back on birth control. Because I'm pretty damn sure I can't take this crap for another month. Stupid woman issues.
Being a girl sucks.
One teeny bonus about all this......I've lost another pound. I guess that happens when all you're able to stomach is air. And mint chocolate chip frozen yogurt.
Shoot me now.
**This is not a pity post. No pity for me please. Just bitching. 'Cause I'm so good at that.**