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AHHHH!!
There are going to be PEOPLE! In MY house! Tomorrow! GULP!!
I haven’t had people over in a loooonnngg, especially not as many as will be here tomorrow. I have lots of stuff to do between now and then, lots of cleaning, and lots of food to make. All without out getting stressed or over tired. HA!
On a side note, I chose the menu and yet, I’m not making anything I can eat. hmmm… How did that happen???
I wanted to stop on my way home from work today to get a hair cut. I really need one. Badly.
I felt great all day until about 2 hours before I leave work at which time the gas machine in my gut revved itself up. Two hours and two gas pills later there was no relief so I came straight home.
I have been home about 10 minutes-ish and I feel great now. ARGH!!!!!!!
I have a wonderful husband. He will do anything I ask and regularly does more than his fair share of the grunt work around here. I like to think that this has evolved over time, slowly getting worse and worse, and that I just didn’t all of a sudden turn into this Lazy Ass that I have been lately. As my IBS got worse, the evenings for me went steadily down hill and I spent more and more time with my butt glued to the couch. My energy level and how much I could do without causing pain in my belly decreased rapidly. And, mostly, I was totally exhausted all the time. So I sat, while he cleaned up after dinner and the kid night after night after night.
The Hubby knows how much I need to rest and relax in order to feel well and be able to function during the day and never makes me feel bad about it. He on the other hand, functions much better on less sleep than I do. (And those bags under his eyes are wicked attractive. Really.) So, partly because some days I really need him too, and partly because some days I let him, he just does a lot of the stuff around here that I could probably do now that, on an overall basis, I am feeling better day to day.
This is what I am trying to change.
I still feel “off” in the evenings as I get tired from the day, but I am trying to do more. Especially now that we are in the new place. I am back to doing all the laundry (well, it’s only been a few weeks, so I am sure this will change haha) and I’m try to keep the kitchen clean (“trying” being the important word there, I think our dirty dishes multiply when we aren’t looking. Either that or the cats use all our dishes during the day). Some days go better than others. But I am working at getting back to a 50/50 deal around here. It is still amazing to me how easily I get tired! It doesn’t seem like I am doing much but since I have been so inactive, just doing the bare minimum of chores around here is a good workout. Maybe I’ll lose a few pounds! That would be nice.
Frustration occurs when you do everything right, don’t eat anything weird all weekend, and yet you are still sitting on the couch at 7:10 (in lots of pain and nauseated) when you should be on your way to work.
Instead of getting into my car and going to work, the only place I’m going is the bathroom. Again.
I think I am going to be late to work today. Bummer.
for instance: When you are out having a good time with the Hubby walking around the local one-stop-shopping store and your belly decides that it would be a good idea to go crazy, being constipated for a few days before hand is good! Because, although you will be in a LOT of pain on the way home, the slowness that the solid rock bowels will move with each spasm gives you just enough time to get home and get a book and get into the bathroom. Where by the way, you are faced with having to decide between closing the bathroom door so that it will warm up in the bathroom and you won’t freeze or leaving it open so you don’t have to suffer your own stench alone.
Ahhhh…. Friday. I love Fridays. (I especially love payday Fridays like today!) Fridays around here have traditionally been Eat Out nights because Fridays just feel like a good day to not cook. I’m tired and don’t need more dishes in the kitchen sink.
We used to actually leave the house and go to a restaurant (shocking, I know) for dinner. Now, Fridays mean the Hubby brings something home. And that something is usually subs or pizza (i get to eat all the yummy crust! and occasionally, I eat some of the actual pizza if I am having a good week and am feeling brave).
I really miss going out to dinner. I really miss Chili’s babyback ribs. yummmmmmm….
But anyway…. Tonight is sub night. I went out on a limb and got a ham sandwich instead of the normal turkey (it does get rather boring eating the same thing over and over and over and over. If I can eat a pork chop I can eat ham right????
Let’s hope so.
I came on here this morning and said how good I’ve been feeling and BOOM! I jinxed myself.
Next time damn it, I’m going to keep my mouth shut!
So, there hasn’t been much going on in the Belly region for me to write about this week. Been feeling pretty good. Yay! Well, there was one incident where the belly threatened my cookie-making time but I made it through. Other than that…. all is quiet on the IBS front. I love when that happens.
Of course, now that I have come here and said I am feeling well, the shit will hit the fan.
Sometimes on the drive either too or from work, my stomach and intestines hurt so badly that I unbutton my jeans. On the way home, this poses no problems. But on the way to work… well, I have perhaps, a time or two, forgotten to re-button my pants before I walk inside.
Ooops.
I am not sure how I forget something like that. So far I’ve been lucky, no one has noticed and my pants have stayed up (thanks to the huge hips of course….). But who knows how long the luck will last??
