Lets talk about poop. Not actual poop cause thats kinda gross, but life poop. I'm having a lot of it right now. I promise this isn't a giant complain post but its going to start out a little like one. 17 effing days ago I got some virus. It was killing my throat and infusing my body with snot so the day after I got it I thought, I've got a lot on my plate right now so I'm going to take the day off and kick this thing. I took a sick day and slept as much as possible and went to the doctor. Yeah. The doctor. I never do that but I was bound and determined to kick it right off the bat. That was 17 days ago.
Shortly after that I started my period. Shortly after that I got some stomach bug on top of it all and started throwing up every last bit of my insides, including my stomach lining, small intestine, liver, etc. I was adamant about not missing work so eventually my husband had to come to my office and crawl under the desk to retrieve me from the little ball of a person I'd become next to my throw-up filled trashcan. Nasty and amazing all at the same time. I'm seriously married to a saint of a man.
On top of that I had my thesis due.
I turned in my thesis on Monday and figured with the stress relief I'd feel better. Then yesterday I threw up my large intestine and perhaps my femur and anything else that was left in my body. And missed another day of work.
I mean, what the hell? Come on body. Get with the damn program.
I am seriously frustrated. I've tried sleep. I've tried medication. I've tried blessings and prayers and mushy rice and Sprite and saltines and doctors and time-off and every stupid thing I can think of.
Lets talk about happier things. How about stuff I'm diggin right now.
I've got some daffodils that I think will bloom sometime in the next week or two. I'm diggin that.
Spring Look Book. I'm wearing baggy t-shirts and sweatpants these days but someday I will wear something like this again.
I'm diggin this song from unknown artist Lelia Broussard.
I'm diggin this picture of an amazingly beautiful garden enclosure place thing.......ha. I don't know, what would you call it?
and in case you were wondering, 58 days.
and sorry about being complainy pants at the beginning. I just really don't like being sick.
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