yes, its 3:38am on thursday morning...during the week....and i have to work in like 4 hours...why am I up, do yiu ask?
that would be my stupid stomach...i hate it....i have been away for 1 and half hours with my stupid stomach, occasionalyl running ot the bathroom at top speed.....i nearly broke the dog's nose with the last run, so i decided to cmap out on the couch for awhile in case these is something left in my body, which cant be possible, but then again....
I hate my stomach. This has been its status quo pretty much my entire life....I have memories dating back as far as the age of six of getting bad stomachaches, sour stomach and having ot run for hte bathroom...as i have aged, i have added the joys of indigestions and occasional gallbladder pain and nausea....If i have to hear ONe more time when i feel nauseous "oh are oyu pregnant?" I am goig to fucking punch that person....i get nauseous at least 1 time per week.
now, my husband says its becasue i am neuotic...which i am...and there isa direct coorelation to when i am upset and have stomach issues...he is correct...when iam upset or depressed about something, i dont get depressed - my stomach starts to bother me...however, there are those times when there is NO correlation and my body just fuckin' hates me....like tonight.....believe me, i was stressing about nothing when i was wnjoying a nice deep slumber in htis wonderful sleeping weather.....and its not like i had a hard night - i wen to choir (which i enjoy), and then sat my ass on the couch and watched mindless TV shows (which i also enjoy)....no stress!!!
I am guessing this time it is food related---only im not realyl sure what piece of food...hmphhhh.....
ok, well, gotta end this blog becuase my stomach is again killing me...lthanks for listening ot me bitch...im sure htis blog will make no sense in the am, but what ever...later
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
am i ever going to grow out of this?
so, I am the biggest klutz in the world...those of you who know me can stop laughing now....yes, i realize that i am pointing out the obvious...but seriously...
Growing up, people would always say to my mom "oh she will grow out of this" " its just growing pains" " she is just adjusting to a growing body" (does it count that my waist size is still growing secondary to my love of yummy food? probably not)....well, i am now 27 and half (GASP!) and i am still the world's largest klutz! It gets embarrasing at work because much of my job involves teaching patients how to SAFELY get around the bathroom and the house with out falling....and i frequently trip during my demos....i try to play it off, but my patients arent that dumb.
This week my klutziness was in high drive. Wednesday night, while feeding my dogs, I managed to wack my fore head so hard on my table that i still have a lump and forehead pain. I actually CRIED for 30 minutes because it hurt so bad...who does this? how could i not see the freakin' table in front of me? How could i hit it with that kind of force???unbelievable...actually it was believable considering i once gave myself a concussion by reaching for a broom in my mother's kitchen and smacking my head on her cabinet.....when i was 24....
So I was recovering from my head injury when Marco and I went to the movies yesterday. Of course it was beautiful out and i was wearing flip flops (with a 1 inch platform - i know, not a smart choice, but my toes needed freedom afte a long winter or socks and shoes)....what do i do? I miss one of the steps in the movie theater, twist my (bad) ankle, some how get road rash from my knee rubbing the banister, and bruise myleft hip by hitting it on the same banister. If marco didnt stop my fall, I would have tumbled down the entire flight of stairs!!
People are always being like "thais, what is wrong with you?" or "pay attention, stupid!" ...ok maybe they dont say "stupid" but i know they are thinking it. I am telling you, i DO pay attention....there are time when i am traversing rough terrain when i actually have to think in my head "right foot, left foot".....Thank god I took 13 years of ballet (yes, you can start laughing now...erica was there...she has many stories...just imagine the hippos in Fantasia)...could you imagine how much MORE of a klutz I would be if I didnt take ballet?
So, is there hope for me? any suggestions? Or am I jut doomed for the rest of my life.....i think i may be doomed...Im going to die by knocking my self out with the refridgorator door or something like that....uggg
Growing up, people would always say to my mom "oh she will grow out of this" " its just growing pains" " she is just adjusting to a growing body" (does it count that my waist size is still growing secondary to my love of yummy food? probably not)....well, i am now 27 and half (GASP!) and i am still the world's largest klutz! It gets embarrasing at work because much of my job involves teaching patients how to SAFELY get around the bathroom and the house with out falling....and i frequently trip during my demos....i try to play it off, but my patients arent that dumb.
This week my klutziness was in high drive. Wednesday night, while feeding my dogs, I managed to wack my fore head so hard on my table that i still have a lump and forehead pain. I actually CRIED for 30 minutes because it hurt so bad...who does this? how could i not see the freakin' table in front of me? How could i hit it with that kind of force???unbelievable...actually it was believable considering i once gave myself a concussion by reaching for a broom in my mother's kitchen and smacking my head on her cabinet.....when i was 24....
So I was recovering from my head injury when Marco and I went to the movies yesterday. Of course it was beautiful out and i was wearing flip flops (with a 1 inch platform - i know, not a smart choice, but my toes needed freedom afte a long winter or socks and shoes)....what do i do? I miss one of the steps in the movie theater, twist my (bad) ankle, some how get road rash from my knee rubbing the banister, and bruise myleft hip by hitting it on the same banister. If marco didnt stop my fall, I would have tumbled down the entire flight of stairs!!
People are always being like "thais, what is wrong with you?" or "pay attention, stupid!" ...ok maybe they dont say "stupid" but i know they are thinking it. I am telling you, i DO pay attention....there are time when i am traversing rough terrain when i actually have to think in my head "right foot, left foot".....Thank god I took 13 years of ballet (yes, you can start laughing now...erica was there...she has many stories...just imagine the hippos in Fantasia)...could you imagine how much MORE of a klutz I would be if I didnt take ballet?
So, is there hope for me? any suggestions? Or am I jut doomed for the rest of my life.....i think i may be doomed...Im going to die by knocking my self out with the refridgorator door or something like that....uggg
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