Last Thursday, the 5th, was my boyfriend's birthday. I changed my days off so I could be with him.🖕
We drove to California to pick up the car of his dreams. A Crown Victoria.
I had to drive back from Menifee, CA ... alone. In the dark. Following his tail lights. We drove a rental out there and I thought we could turn the rental in and drive back together but, did you know, driving it one way doubles the rental price. It makes no sense. It even had California plates, I was (technically) doing them a favor by returning it to place of origin ... but, no. So I drove 5 hours, first time, from California, or anywhere for that matter, all by myself. Most of the way bored out of my mind because I didn't take my iPod along. And, what a time to find out that my eyes get worse when there are no street lights.
-_- Worse.
First time I didn't take pictures on the way back.
Tuesday, March 10, 2020
Monday, February 17, 2020
I need to travel some more.
I've also been to Puerto Rico and Canada.
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Saturday, February 15, 2020
My birds won't chirp for you.
Hyena posse ran into my boyfriend and told him "we heard your birds chirping!" :D
Listen here, bitches.
Our birds chirp when we're home, when we're watching tv, when I walk near the watering can. They DON'T chirp when the sun comes up because I have black-out drapes, but they chirp when they hear me get out of bed 'cause they "know" they're gonna see me. They chirp when I put my key in the door. I know because I've stood outside my door to listen for my dogs and I've never heard the birds. Did I mention it's dark from the black-out drapes? They DON'T chirp at my boyfriend because they know he's not going to feed them. And they sure as hell don't chirp in a dark apartment when no one is home.
Right now I am sitting at my computer, out of sight, and there is no chirping going on ... so wtf are you talking about??
When they run into me, I get comments like "oh! You still live here??"
I will slash a tire on your hybrid and then skip AND CHIRP my ass back home.
Keep playing.
Listen here, bitches.
Our birds chirp when we're home, when we're watching tv, when I walk near the watering can. They DON'T chirp when the sun comes up because I have black-out drapes, but they chirp when they hear me get out of bed 'cause they "know" they're gonna see me. They chirp when I put my key in the door. I know because I've stood outside my door to listen for my dogs and I've never heard the birds. Did I mention it's dark from the black-out drapes? They DON'T chirp at my boyfriend because they know he's not going to feed them. And they sure as hell don't chirp in a dark apartment when no one is home.
Right now I am sitting at my computer, out of sight, and there is no chirping going on ... so wtf are you talking about??
When they run into me, I get comments like "oh! You still live here??"
I will slash a tire on your hybrid and then skip AND CHIRP my ass back home.
Keep playing.
Sunday, February 9, 2020
Don't tell me what to do
Several years ago (before 9/11), I was a quiet stay-at-home mom ... (ok, so I was never quiet 😂) I had a job valet parking cars.
Do you know how hard it is to get a job in valet? You have to KNOW someone. There are people literally waiting for someone with a valet job to DIE so they can have a shot at the position.
I this case, I did ... or my ex did.
I didn't even know I was looking for a job. 🤷🏽
He just came home one day, told me they were hiring for valet at such-n-such place.
I was thinking cool, is he getting a second job?
Then he lays a bomb on me ... The job was for me. 💣
Here was the application. They're holding interviews in a couple of days. He told me the lady's name to put down as a reference.
(sigh) "What about the kids?" We were working different shifts, so someone would alway be home.
Alright. But, still ... 😔
I filled out the application and got hired (of course!) because, you know, I knew someone.
There was the interview, orientation, because working in a big casino is a big deal, this is your new family and families have rules.
No joke.
There was even a uniform fitting.
Man, I was so nervous.
I was always home with the kids, but this wasn't so bad. I was outdoors, kind of. I was the valet "booth bitch"! Yeah, that's what you're known as.
Term of endearment. I'm SURE, lol. At the end of the night it was customary to tip out your booth bitch, so call me whatever you want. 💰
The first day was a blur of faces, I had to start on the night when there's a comedy show or something letting out. Hundreds of cars going in and out and I didn't lose any keys. 🙏🏼
The lady training me was a sweetheart.
There was a curly-haired lady who taught me to drive stick some months later.
There was a black chick who liked to push my buttons to see what it would take for me to push back. 🤨 I pushed back fast cause she was trying to intimidte me.😑
She was impressed. We became friends and that got me in with her clique.
There was the lady who "got me" the job ... "oh, hey, hi!" She nodded her head at me. Oh? ... alright then. 🤷🏽
Our boss was a cool guy, very animated, always talking about his kids.
And then about half a dozen more guys ... just faces.
The next day when I saw my ex I thought it was strange he asked me to sit down and tell him who I met.
O_o "wha ...?" I didn't MEET anyone, they threw me into work, I was training.
I must've met someone he persisted, what are their names? Um, our boss Frank ... Melanie.
He was losing his patience quick, he knows Melanie, she's the one who got me the job.
(THINK!) Dorothy ... Kurt ... Ben ...
... and he fucking SNAPPED!!
He scared me half to death. He started yelling "STAY AWAY FROM BEN! DON'T TALK TO HIM! DID HE SAY ANYTHING TO YOU?!"
Omg, nothing! They just ask me for keys. (WTF!)
2nd day at work, more of the same. I had a pretty good shift. The shows are in the evening so there's money to be made. 💰
Just collect the slip from the person in front of you, find the keys, and hand them to a fellow-valet at the back window.
Easy peasy. Just do it fast and know your alphabet, LOL
Break time comes around and several people can go eat at the same time since it's slow, that way we're all come back in time for the next rush.
I go up, get in line, find something I like to eat ... now I have to find somewhere to sit ...
I spot Ben sitting alone, studying some book while he eats.
I walk right up to him holding my tray and say "Hi! you're going to be my new best friend".
[SOO ballsy and out of character for me. But my ex liked to use me as a punching bag. I wanted to know what was going on so I could be prepared if he wanted to start yelling for no reason again.]
Ben stared at me like "WTF", closed his book and put it aside as I sat down.
I didn't give him a choice.
I started right off with: "Tell me why my husband doesn't want me talking to you."
He countered with: "You don't like being told what to do."
Very observant. (His book turned out to be some psychology textbook.)
He smiled and asked: "Who's your husband?"
I'm glad he's amused. 😑
me: Manny.
him: .. .. ..
me: Manny #######.
him: I don't know any Manny.
me: (I broke it down for him) I got this job thru Melanie. She's married to Brian. Brian works with my hus-...
💡💡💡The lightbulb that when on over his head and lit up the whole damn dining room.
He gave a sly smile, held his hand up for me to stop and said: ✋🏼"Don't trust Melanie".
It wasn't hard to figure out what was going on, and Ben filled in the blanks for me.
Melanie and Ben had had a fling. That's all it was to Ben but apparently Melanie was prepared to leave her husband over it.
Ben had a wife and about 5 kids. He said he wasn't going anywhere.
I was supposed to spy on Ben and Melanie and see what was going on at work, but I can't be a good spy if the ex doesn't tell me what I'm looking for, can I?
Me and Ben became really good friends! 🤣
He was nice. Same warped sense of humor as me.
We never talked at work unless Melanie ran to the bathroom or we were alone.
There was always a mischievous glint in his eyes if the three of us happened to be in the same place. Melanie barely talked to me unless she needed keys. Ben didn't think it was awkward at all, he thought it was a fucking riot. Like, he KNEW no one was going to break the silence to exchange any pleasantries, and he KNEW I wasn't to report shit to anyone.
I wish I knew what Melanie's deal was. She tipped me out like everyone else did, but it was like she was pissed by my presence.
While I was busy NOT spying on Melanie and NOT saying anything ('cause I don't care who she's sleeping or not sleeping with), that bitch was spying on ME and telling her husband shit to relay to my ex!
He would know how much I got tipped out.
If I stopped to talk to someone or ask a question it was like "why were you talking to Anthony at 7:13 by the elevators?"
me: Anthony. Who the fuck is Anthony?
my ex: the luggage guy.
me: is that his name? lol ... (then) holy fuck, how do you know that? He asked me to get a fucking cart! Damn 😑
I had to be careful who I talked to if I didn't want something innocent being blown out of proportion.
Well, Ben had warned me.
I HOPE my ex sees this cause we even kept in touch even after I left that job.
Checkmate, bitch!!
Do you know how hard it is to get a job in valet? You have to KNOW someone. There are people literally waiting for someone with a valet job to DIE so they can have a shot at the position.
I this case, I did ... or my ex did.
I didn't even know I was looking for a job. 🤷🏽
He just came home one day, told me they were hiring for valet at such-n-such place.
I was thinking cool, is he getting a second job?
Then he lays a bomb on me ... The job was for me. 💣
Here was the application. They're holding interviews in a couple of days. He told me the lady's name to put down as a reference.
(sigh) "What about the kids?" We were working different shifts, so someone would alway be home.
Alright. But, still ... 😔
I filled out the application and got hired (of course!) because, you know, I knew someone.
There was the interview, orientation, because working in a big casino is a big deal, this is your new family and families have rules.
No joke.
There was even a uniform fitting.
Man, I was so nervous.
I was always home with the kids, but this wasn't so bad. I was outdoors, kind of. I was the valet "booth bitch"! Yeah, that's what you're known as.
Term of endearment. I'm SURE, lol. At the end of the night it was customary to tip out your booth bitch, so call me whatever you want. 💰
The first day was a blur of faces, I had to start on the night when there's a comedy show or something letting out. Hundreds of cars going in and out and I didn't lose any keys. 🙏🏼
The lady training me was a sweetheart.
There was a curly-haired lady who taught me to drive stick some months later.
There was a black chick who liked to push my buttons to see what it would take for me to push back. 🤨 I pushed back fast cause she was trying to intimidte me.😑
She was impressed. We became friends and that got me in with her clique.
There was the lady who "got me" the job ... "oh, hey, hi!" She nodded her head at me. Oh? ... alright then. 🤷🏽
Our boss was a cool guy, very animated, always talking about his kids.
And then about half a dozen more guys ... just faces.
The next day when I saw my ex I thought it was strange he asked me to sit down and tell him who I met.
O_o "wha ...?" I didn't MEET anyone, they threw me into work, I was training.
I must've met someone he persisted, what are their names? Um, our boss Frank ... Melanie.
He was losing his patience quick, he knows Melanie, she's the one who got me the job.
(THINK!) Dorothy ... Kurt ... Ben ...
... and he fucking SNAPPED!!
He scared me half to death. He started yelling "STAY AWAY FROM BEN! DON'T TALK TO HIM! DID HE SAY ANYTHING TO YOU?!"
Omg, nothing! They just ask me for keys. (WTF!)
2nd day at work, more of the same. I had a pretty good shift. The shows are in the evening so there's money to be made. 💰
Just collect the slip from the person in front of you, find the keys, and hand them to a fellow-valet at the back window.
Easy peasy. Just do it fast and know your alphabet, LOL
Break time comes around and several people can go eat at the same time since it's slow, that way we're all come back in time for the next rush.
I go up, get in line, find something I like to eat ... now I have to find somewhere to sit ...
I spot Ben sitting alone, studying some book while he eats.
I walk right up to him holding my tray and say "Hi! you're going to be my new best friend".
[SOO ballsy and out of character for me. But my ex liked to use me as a punching bag. I wanted to know what was going on so I could be prepared if he wanted to start yelling for no reason again.]
Ben stared at me like "WTF", closed his book and put it aside as I sat down.
I didn't give him a choice.
I started right off with: "Tell me why my husband doesn't want me talking to you."
He countered with: "You don't like being told what to do."
Very observant. (His book turned out to be some psychology textbook.)
He smiled and asked: "Who's your husband?"
I'm glad he's amused. 😑
me: Manny.
him: .. .. ..
me: Manny #######.
him: I don't know any Manny.
me: (I broke it down for him) I got this job thru Melanie. She's married to Brian. Brian works with my hus-...
💡💡💡The lightbulb that when on over his head and lit up the whole damn dining room.
He gave a sly smile, held his hand up for me to stop and said: ✋🏼"Don't trust Melanie".
It wasn't hard to figure out what was going on, and Ben filled in the blanks for me.
Melanie and Ben had had a fling. That's all it was to Ben but apparently Melanie was prepared to leave her husband over it.
Ben had a wife and about 5 kids. He said he wasn't going anywhere.
I was supposed to spy on Ben and Melanie and see what was going on at work, but I can't be a good spy if the ex doesn't tell me what I'm looking for, can I?
Me and Ben became really good friends! 🤣
He was nice. Same warped sense of humor as me.
We never talked at work unless Melanie ran to the bathroom or we were alone.
There was always a mischievous glint in his eyes if the three of us happened to be in the same place. Melanie barely talked to me unless she needed keys. Ben didn't think it was awkward at all, he thought it was a fucking riot. Like, he KNEW no one was going to break the silence to exchange any pleasantries, and he KNEW I wasn't to report shit to anyone.
I wish I knew what Melanie's deal was. She tipped me out like everyone else did, but it was like she was pissed by my presence.
While I was busy NOT spying on Melanie and NOT saying anything ('cause I don't care who she's sleeping or not sleeping with), that bitch was spying on ME and telling her husband shit to relay to my ex!
He would know how much I got tipped out.
If I stopped to talk to someone or ask a question it was like "why were you talking to Anthony at 7:13 by the elevators?"
me: Anthony. Who the fuck is Anthony?
my ex: the luggage guy.
me: is that his name? lol ... (then) holy fuck, how do you know that? He asked me to get a fucking cart! Damn 😑
I had to be careful who I talked to if I didn't want something innocent being blown out of proportion.
Well, Ben had warned me.
I HOPE my ex sees this cause we even kept in touch even after I left that job.
Checkmate, bitch!!
Wednesday, January 15, 2020
Do I practice witchcraft?
I laugh nervously at your question.😬 “Do I practice witchcraft? 🤔 Well, I … dabble.”🤷🏽♀️
Right on cue, 🐭several mice🐭 tumble 🐭out of my pocket with overpriced crystals 💎💎💎 strapped to their backs.
My mug of tea 🍵 starts frothing and shooting beams of light ☄️ everywhere.☄️
🗣Maniacal voices are chattering right outside the window. 🗣“USE QUARTZ FOR EVERYTHING!” they say. 🗣“HERE, HAVE ANOTHER RECIPE FOR A SALT SCRUB!”
🎶We both hear faint singing, and we instinctively know it’s coming from the moon. 🌝 The words are hard to make out, but it sounds something like 🎶 You’re a fucking liar … 🎶
🧚🏻♀️The fae, emboldened by my weak-ass answer, bring their hunting party 🧝♀️🏹 straight through my living room.
😟We’re left sitting in the wreckage, 🍵and I’m clutching my mug of tea. It’s still giving off faint sparks.💫
“It’s … It’s just a hobby,” 😳 I say quietly.
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Not mine, from "PanickyWitchcraft" on Tumblr
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Right on cue, 🐭several mice🐭 tumble 🐭out of my pocket with overpriced crystals 💎💎💎 strapped to their backs.
My mug of tea 🍵 starts frothing and shooting beams of light ☄️ everywhere.☄️
🗣Maniacal voices are chattering right outside the window. 🗣“USE QUARTZ FOR EVERYTHING!” they say. 🗣“HERE, HAVE ANOTHER RECIPE FOR A SALT SCRUB!”
🎶We both hear faint singing, and we instinctively know it’s coming from the moon. 🌝 The words are hard to make out, but it sounds something like 🎶 You’re a fucking liar … 🎶
🧚🏻♀️The fae, emboldened by my weak-ass answer, bring their hunting party 🧝♀️🏹 straight through my living room.
😟We’re left sitting in the wreckage, 🍵and I’m clutching my mug of tea. It’s still giving off faint sparks.💫
“It’s … It’s just a hobby,” 😳 I say quietly.
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Not mine, from "PanickyWitchcraft" on Tumblr
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Monday, January 13, 2020
This is why I can't be left alone.
I left the house today to do one thing: get my nails done and buy coffee creamer ... ok, two things.
It was fool-proof, my boyfriend even dropped me off at the door of the nail place on his way to work.
On the way home though, I have to stop at Walmart. This is the part I didn't think all the way thru.
Nails, coffee creamer, some $257 and 3+ hours later ... I'm back home!
My nails look great and I didn't suffer too much. The first 5 minutes were show-n-tell with all the pics in my phone. I'm VERY picky about the shape. I was gonna go with red, but he had a beautiful purplish-black at his station. I've never had purple nails, it's out of my comfort zone but I love the color. And purple is for royalty, right? ;) I wanted them short but he kept them a little bit longer in keeping with the slew of pictures I showed him. He didn't talk much and when I said "AGH! stop filing! I don't like them thin." ... he stopped filing.
I can't say more without incriminating myself. *sips coffee* I'll be back, I have to go hide stuff.
It was fool-proof, my boyfriend even dropped me off at the door of the nail place on his way to work.
On the way home though, I have to stop at Walmart. This is the part I didn't think all the way thru.
Nails, coffee creamer, some $257 and 3+ hours later ... I'm back home!
My nails look great and I didn't suffer too much. The first 5 minutes were show-n-tell with all the pics in my phone. I'm VERY picky about the shape. I was gonna go with red, but he had a beautiful purplish-black at his station. I've never had purple nails, it's out of my comfort zone but I love the color. And purple is for royalty, right? ;) I wanted them short but he kept them a little bit longer in keeping with the slew of pictures I showed him. He didn't talk much and when I said "AGH! stop filing! I don't like them thin." ... he stopped filing.
I can't say more without incriminating myself. *sips coffee* I'll be back, I have to go hide stuff.
Sunday, January 12, 2020
I am my body's worst enemy.
This is a really long post, but I have to get it all out ...
Last year, after planning a last-minute vacation in July, I got sick. Really sick. The kind of sick that I should've gone-to-the-hospital sick. I kinda knew what led up to it because I had seen it coming ... I'd feel awful after drinking soda. Coke. My Achilles.
Some days I would drink soda and my kidneys would start to hurt within minutes, other days I'd go to sleep and when I woke up I'd feel like I had been run over ... or my kidneys had turned to stone. It was always painful. I'd stop drinking soda for a while, then the headaches would start. First I'd start taking little sips to appease the caffeine withdrawals. Then the bargaining: I'll only drink soda at work, but we had a vending machine so it was too readily available, so I'll drink soda only at home ... only on my days off ... only when we go out. Soon I was drinking it every day again until I felt like crap. I even tried keeping track of days I "didn't" have soda in my BuJo. I failed.
Hi, I'm addicted to soda. :(
I still am, but I digress ... so it's the day before we're to drive out to California and I start peeing blood ... very little pee and a whole lot of pressure and pain. The dogs were boarded, everything was recently paid for and going to sit at the ER now was going to throw every off. Plus, I really didn't want to sit in a waiting room for 6 hours when I could sit in a car for close to the same time. If I was gonna die, I might as well die doing something I like, right? We went to the store before hitting the freeway, I got water and 2 large containers of cranberry juice. The good stuff. I had read up on essential oils that were good for cleansing your kidneys, more on that at the end.* I had some antibiotics, I honestly don't know if they were expired or not, but I couldn't take them yet because if I LIVED I was gonna be out in the sun a lot the next 2 days, and it said to stay out of the sun while taking. Yes, that is really how my mind works. So with that, I gave up my right to drive half the way due to pain and focused on drinking all this water and juice before arriving in California.
I did what I do best, I was annoying as fuck to keep my boyfriend awake at the wheel and I took pictures. I take pictures of everything. And I prayed the whole way ... "if you let me live, I will NEVER drink soda again". It was my mantra the whole way.
I felt a little better after arriving, no lie. I was still seeing blood in my urine but I was able to pee more. I felt good enough to walk from our motel to McDonalds and back. I wasn't great, I had to take pain meds for my withdrawals and I was still scared.
California came and went. I lived. Once home I started the antibiotics.
It's been almost 6 months and I still have not had any soda.
I still crave it, that's why I said I'm still addicted but after what I went thru, it's a promise I never plan on breaking. I will never drink soda again ... which brings me to the present ...
(sigh) *takes a sip of chamomile tea*
Last Thursday at work I got sick. So sick that when the supervisor came around saying he was gonna send someone home 'cause we were slow, I asked it to be me. I never call out or leave early. I'm still not drinking soda so this was something new, and MORE painful. It felt like an awful air bubble, an air bubble with SPIKES, was traveling thru my intestines. I couldn't go to the bathroom, I felt like throwing up AND passing out. It was all sorts of fucked up hitting me at once. I went home. I'd like to die on my own toilet, please.
I went home to die AND I had to get better overnight to go back to work the next day.
My boyfriend's mom recommended Pepto and since I haven't had it in years, it worked great.
I tried to think of what could've gotten me sick. We were eating out less, more at home and my boyfriend was fine. I couldn't even drink coffee 'cause the last one I had made my stomach hurt and started all this, so ... hmm. Turns out for the past who knows how many days, all I've had to drink is coffee and a bottle of water per day. Yes, 1 bottle, and I do know how many days but I'm not telling how I almost killed myself a second time. I started to drink water until it was time for bed.
Friday: I got up and went to work, I drank water all day + a liter of tea with honey, and a pack of crackers to help settle my stomach. I had something small for dinner, I don't remember what, probably more crackers. After going to bed, for the first time in forever, I was up all night peeing. I felt fine aside from feeling like I was starving.
Saturday: More of the same, just water all day. I ate for the first time and felt fine, but I was starting to get caffeine withdrawal headaches. After eating I made some coffee and sipped it. I should've stopped when I was full but it was delicious. I didn't get sick though. For dinner, my boyfriend got Cane's and after drinking so much water all day, I could only eat half a caniac. I saved the other half for breakfast.
Sunday: I am still drinking water. I haven't had any more pain. I ate. I think my coffee consumption will go down to every other day or only as needed. :( And ONLY on a full stomach, and ONLY after drinking water. Today was the first time I've pooped since getting sick. I know. TMI. I'm sorry. It was a great bowel movement. LOL
Guys, I'm 50something and I learn something new every day. Take care of your body.
*For anyone interested in what essential oils I took when I got sick the first time:
I put 3-4 drops each in a capsule: Marjoram, Rosemary, Clove, and Oregano.
I was taking 2 capsules every 8 hours. I tapered off as I got better, now I only take 1 capsule once a week.
Last year, after planning a last-minute vacation in July, I got sick. Really sick. The kind of sick that I should've gone-to-the-hospital sick. I kinda knew what led up to it because I had seen it coming ... I'd feel awful after drinking soda. Coke. My Achilles.
Some days I would drink soda and my kidneys would start to hurt within minutes, other days I'd go to sleep and when I woke up I'd feel like I had been run over ... or my kidneys had turned to stone. It was always painful. I'd stop drinking soda for a while, then the headaches would start. First I'd start taking little sips to appease the caffeine withdrawals. Then the bargaining: I'll only drink soda at work, but we had a vending machine so it was too readily available, so I'll drink soda only at home ... only on my days off ... only when we go out. Soon I was drinking it every day again until I felt like crap. I even tried keeping track of days I "didn't" have soda in my BuJo. I failed.
Hi, I'm addicted to soda. :(
I still am, but I digress ... so it's the day before we're to drive out to California and I start peeing blood ... very little pee and a whole lot of pressure and pain. The dogs were boarded, everything was recently paid for and going to sit at the ER now was going to throw every off. Plus, I really didn't want to sit in a waiting room for 6 hours when I could sit in a car for close to the same time. If I was gonna die, I might as well die doing something I like, right? We went to the store before hitting the freeway, I got water and 2 large containers of cranberry juice. The good stuff. I had read up on essential oils that were good for cleansing your kidneys, more on that at the end.* I had some antibiotics, I honestly don't know if they were expired or not, but I couldn't take them yet because if I LIVED I was gonna be out in the sun a lot the next 2 days, and it said to stay out of the sun while taking. Yes, that is really how my mind works. So with that, I gave up my right to drive half the way due to pain and focused on drinking all this water and juice before arriving in California.
I did what I do best, I was annoying as fuck to keep my boyfriend awake at the wheel and I took pictures. I take pictures of everything. And I prayed the whole way ... "if you let me live, I will NEVER drink soda again". It was my mantra the whole way.
I felt a little better after arriving, no lie. I was still seeing blood in my urine but I was able to pee more. I felt good enough to walk from our motel to McDonalds and back. I wasn't great, I had to take pain meds for my withdrawals and I was still scared.
California came and went. I lived. Once home I started the antibiotics.
It's been almost 6 months and I still have not had any soda.
I still crave it, that's why I said I'm still addicted but after what I went thru, it's a promise I never plan on breaking. I will never drink soda again ... which brings me to the present ...
(sigh) *takes a sip of chamomile tea*
Last Thursday at work I got sick. So sick that when the supervisor came around saying he was gonna send someone home 'cause we were slow, I asked it to be me. I never call out or leave early. I'm still not drinking soda so this was something new, and MORE painful. It felt like an awful air bubble, an air bubble with SPIKES, was traveling thru my intestines. I couldn't go to the bathroom, I felt like throwing up AND passing out. It was all sorts of fucked up hitting me at once. I went home. I'd like to die on my own toilet, please.
I went home to die AND I had to get better overnight to go back to work the next day.
My boyfriend's mom recommended Pepto and since I haven't had it in years, it worked great.
I tried to think of what could've gotten me sick. We were eating out less, more at home and my boyfriend was fine. I couldn't even drink coffee 'cause the last one I had made my stomach hurt and started all this, so ... hmm. Turns out for the past who knows how many days, all I've had to drink is coffee and a bottle of water per day. Yes, 1 bottle, and I do know how many days but I'm not telling how I almost killed myself a second time. I started to drink water until it was time for bed.
Friday: I got up and went to work, I drank water all day + a liter of tea with honey, and a pack of crackers to help settle my stomach. I had something small for dinner, I don't remember what, probably more crackers. After going to bed, for the first time in forever, I was up all night peeing. I felt fine aside from feeling like I was starving.
Saturday: More of the same, just water all day. I ate for the first time and felt fine, but I was starting to get caffeine withdrawal headaches. After eating I made some coffee and sipped it. I should've stopped when I was full but it was delicious. I didn't get sick though. For dinner, my boyfriend got Cane's and after drinking so much water all day, I could only eat half a caniac. I saved the other half for breakfast.
Sunday: I am still drinking water. I haven't had any more pain. I ate. I think my coffee consumption will go down to every other day or only as needed. :( And ONLY on a full stomach, and ONLY after drinking water. Today was the first time I've pooped since getting sick. I know. TMI. I'm sorry. It was a great bowel movement. LOL
Guys, I'm 50something and I learn something new every day. Take care of your body.
*For anyone interested in what essential oils I took when I got sick the first time:
I put 3-4 drops each in a capsule: Marjoram, Rosemary, Clove, and Oregano.
I was taking 2 capsules every 8 hours. I tapered off as I got better, now I only take 1 capsule once a week.
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