I’m writing this from my very uncomfortable, rather chilly bathroom floor.  Yep, really. I bet you really wanted to know that huh?

 What a difference a day makes.

I shouldn’t talk about my belly when I’m constipated. Without fail, it hears me and then acts up when I don’t want it to. I won’t be going out to dinner tonight as planned (boooooooo!). I’ll be on the couch in my pajamas under a blanket waiting for the pain in my belly to go away.  What, that doesn’t sound like fun to you?

I felt fine all day. Then about the time I was leaving work things where not so good. I took my medication (at the same time I take it everyday) and headed out.  I barely made it home. I am glad my house was on the way to where I was going or I would have been sitting in some supermarket or gas station bathroom instead of my own. And that would have really sucked. The pain was intense, as it usually is when I have been constipated and then things start to move again. It made for a very long car ride home.

I get the house to myself tonight. I told the Hubby to take the Kid and go out like we where supposed to. That way I don’t have to cook dinner and I can take a nap on the couch.