About Last Week
I am trying to think of something clever and witty to write about but right now I am drawing a blank. I have been a drug induce haze for 2 days now. Last Tuesday morning I went to the ER with severe pains in my lower back and groin area. I knew it wasn’t my appendix because that was removed in 2007. I thought it was fibroids, but that wasn’t it either. The ER doctor said it was Kidney stones! WhAAAAAT? How in the heezy did I get kidney stones? I am doing this water detox, after all. Well, I learned that eating dairy along with the combination of sodas and poor diet can cause Kidney Stones…Well let’s just lately I have been on some Cocoa Pepples real hard. I have been eating them with WHOLE MILK!!!! I haven’t had whole milk in like 10 years. I didn’t know it would throw my body into shock like this. All Last week, I babysat my 1-year-old nephew, by the way, is transitioning to Whole Milk. OMG, I am going to stick to being a weekend Mom until I have kids of my own. He was everywhere and into everything. Did I mention the only way he can fall asleep is cuddling with you? This was so hard for me since I am not a fan of cuddling. Anyway that is a different post. Well, the doctor decided to switch him to whole milk. Good for him bad for me. Since we had bought 2 gallons for him, I was eating my cereal with whole milk. After this excruciating pain, I will never raise a glass of whole milk to my mouth. Aint’ Nobody Got time for Kidney Stones and the horrible pain they bring. Really people I felt like I was dying. This whole ordeal has taught me several valuable lessons.
- I will not let my babies sleep in the bed with me and I am sending them to daycare early! I don’t care if I do work from home. We all need to miss each other.
- Whole Milk Is Not My Friend…seriously need to think about switching to Almond Milk all together
- Stop Procrastinating. I had already pre-schedule my post…I would not be feeling so lost and behind. I have to step up my blogging game.
Ok Friends, I have to go I feel the medicine kicking in. Oh, that’s the other thing. I can’t be a drug head. I hate feeling like I am in a dense fog…I am goofy enough. I don’t need any more help from drugs.
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