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I was supposed to pick up the Kid yesterday from daycare. The Hubby had an appointment and the Kid had an appointment and I was supposed to be the child’s taxi. But I couldn’t. Hubby had to leave work early and bring the Kid home so I could come straight home from work because I felt wicked bad. I think that maybe I didn’t eat enough for lunch. Or my stomach just didn’t care that I had taken my Bentyl. Or maybe my stomach has just had enough of the peanut butter and jelly sandwhich’s I have had for lunch almost every day for weeks. I don’t know. What ever the reason, I was one bloated cramping nauseated mess. blah. I feel bad for the Hubby, because this happens more than I would like it to. I should be able to do something as simple as pick up my child from daycare with out worry. It’s so frustrating.
It is amazing what you will read when there is nothing else around. In a bathroom that I frequent often for extended periods of time (not my own) there is a book about outhouses. I have read it cover to cover more times that I care to admit and it is really rather funny (you’d have to read it, I am horrible at describing jokes. Besides, when I’m in that much pain, I’m sure my standards are much lower).
The book makes me very glad that I am alive now dealing with IBS and that I was not born fifty years earlier. I am thankful that the only thing I need to do with the JC Penny catalogue is read it. I am thankful that my toilet seat is firmly bolted to the floor and will not tip over. I am thankful for indoor plumbing in the middle of winter. And I am especially thankful my bathroom is not a “two seat-er model” where I would never have any privacy.
