Uhhgggh. We were suppose to go to Dot's birthday party last night, but I bailed at literally the last second, a victim of an ugly one-two punch consisting of a vicious headache and sharp stomach pains that made me an absolute treat to be around. I suppose I was pushing it a little, expecting to be oot and aboot two nights in a row.
I want to know how something that just developed elbows can make me so sick. Elbows, for Christ's sake. And it's not like I'm throwing up or fainting - the pain is not severe, just strong enough to make me crazy. And I do mean crazy: crazy mad as well as crazy logic.
I've having awful dreams now that I've cut back on the Happy Pills. It's kind of senseless - my evaluation is done, I'm doing well with my classes, so why should I have constant nighttime anxiety about forgetting to bring a piece of paper to school?
Ok, this is kind of gross, so you have my permission to skip this section if you're faint of heart. When I went to the doctor, I was recommended a maternity vitamin that contained both folic acid and iron, as well as a host of others that I suppose I need more than ever now. I was warned that the drugs were constipating, and as this has never been a problem for me before, I was a bit concerned. Then I remembered "Bowel Buddies."
The Boy & I do our grocery shopping in a large Loblaws a hop, skip & a jump from Mount Olympus. It has all of the name brand stuff you'd expect, a fairly good bakery & seafood counter, and a nice selection of hippie-dippy food products. This is where I've been getting a lot of my vegetarian on the go foods, as they have a good line of noodle cups made with tofu that don't leave me sodium-crashed at the end of it. Some weeks ago, when we were in that aisle, we noticed a big cookie package labelled "Bowel Buddies." The Boy, having a 28-year-old body and a 12-year-old heart, arrowed in on it like a homing pigeon. Reading the side, we discovered that two cookies a day would give you enough insoluble fibre to "stimulate a colon." The Boy teasingly suggested that we invest in this dietetic miracle. I looked at the hefty price tag, and demurred.
Yesterday, he brought home a bag.
I've eaten two "doses" so far. Seems to work okay. But they're not fun cookies. They taste like grit and obedience. But you know - as long as I don't have to run to the laxatives, I'm happy. Reasonably so.
