Hey guys!
I had the most wonderful night. Well, day AND night. It started around noon, when i asked the maid (ugh, i'm gonna sound so snobby, but in South America it's very usual t have one or two maids living in)
well, this woman has been in the family forever, and i asked her to make me some oatmeal. Nothing very fancy, a little sugar, fat free lactose free milk, a little cinnamon and probably a dash of arsenic!!
I got violently ill almost right away. I think i was in labor for hours, i was expecting a pelvic bone, a couple of ribs, a sternum, two sets of "feetses" and two knees. I go all out when i get sick. I took some "tummy drops" and that was ok, i kinda got used to the fact of every time i moved, a little liquid came out the way it came in, nothing very dramatic. Oh, and for those getting ready for lunch, i also had explosive diarrhea!! nah, not really, but yes, poop was involved. I wanted to make it a little more delicious.
Anyways, since i suffer from AS, i tried many, many meds, nothing worked, so i kinda gave up and the only thing i take is Tramadol for the pain. In DROPS. Yeah, i'm hardcore like that. Well, last noght something very weird happened. The tummy ache was kinda like under control, but sweet mother of Elvis! i had excrutiating pain in places i didn't know i even had! I had never felt so much pain in my pelvic pone (oh, i love the way it sounds... so dirrty)
Usually it's just a little pain in the joints, but my thighs were about to explode, the knees, everything from the wait down was about to kill me. (again, dirrty)
But the worst was the pain in the bottom of my feet. We're talking i was looking for a chainsaw to put me out of my misery, or someone to walk in and put Old Yeller to.. well, you know.
I was in a car accident a few days ago, because i had my first "Stevie Wonder" moment and crashed my "granma car" into a lighting post. My car didn't have airbags, and my sternum took quite a beating, but i have the feeling there's a couple of broken ribs there...
but the FEET!!! aaaarrrggghhh!!! why oh why the feet and shins wanted to kill me?? Risking the old "what comes in might come out the same way" i ended up having 30 drops of Tramadol (10mg). and NOTHING!! i kept on drifting in and out of consciousness (again, oh, the drama) and every time i woke up, something else hurt. But my feet, why oh why?? i moisturize, i treat them right, i luvs mah feetses. But not anymore! i swear if tonight i have the same problem, it's "Saw Time".
Somebody heeeeellllllllllppp!!!
Ok, i woke up dramatic. I had a bad night. Gimme a break.
hugs!
Farrah