Dear Mother Nature:
You ARE NOT allowed to skip Spring. Pls 2 b returning to Spring-like temperatures instead of HELL.
< /3,
Josh
I had a jingle for Spam running through my head earlier. That commercial hasn't aired since I was in high school. That was some good marketing right there. Although I'm still never going to purchase or even knowingly eat Spam.
Uhm... yeah. Sleepy sleepy.
I was up until 2 in the morning. SOOOOO... I got a Rock Star from 7-11 this morning. And when we got to work, I discovered that I left my carefully planned-out "mini-meals" at home, the food that is prepared and proportioned as to not trigger my gastroparesis. So I did the best I could with the vending machine.
Tasty cakes, peanut butter cups, and Wendy's for lunch. Oh, and I drank the energy drink. And tea. Lots of fucking tea.
My body is so pleased with me at the moment. I know this because it didn't carry out its threat to forcefully expel my day's intake from whence it came.
But that IS concerning. I've eaten MUCH worse, before I was diagnosed, without feeling like I was going to throw up. It's getting worse. I went to Saladworks with Calvin on Tuesday. It made me ill. (Raw vegetables = hard to digest.) That... didn't used to happen. Pretty soon I think I'm going to be incapable of eating salads.
I need a drink.
Pray for me, 'cause I don't want to
Pray for me, if you love me
Cross your heart and hope that I don't die
Before the best day of my life
Just pray for me tonight
.... mmm, Sixx:A.M. &hearts
You ARE NOT allowed to skip Spring. Pls 2 b returning to Spring-like temperatures instead of HELL.
< /3,
Josh
I had a jingle for Spam running through my head earlier. That commercial hasn't aired since I was in high school. That was some good marketing right there. Although I'm still never going to purchase or even knowingly eat Spam.
Uhm... yeah. Sleepy sleepy.
I was up until 2 in the morning. SOOOOO... I got a Rock Star from 7-11 this morning. And when we got to work, I discovered that I left my carefully planned-out "mini-meals" at home, the food that is prepared and proportioned as to not trigger my gastroparesis. So I did the best I could with the vending machine.
Tasty cakes, peanut butter cups, and Wendy's for lunch. Oh, and I drank the energy drink. And tea. Lots of fucking tea.
My body is so pleased with me at the moment. I know this because it didn't carry out its threat to forcefully expel my day's intake from whence it came.
But that IS concerning. I've eaten MUCH worse, before I was diagnosed, without feeling like I was going to throw up. It's getting worse. I went to Saladworks with Calvin on Tuesday. It made me ill. (Raw vegetables = hard to digest.) That... didn't used to happen. Pretty soon I think I'm going to be incapable of eating salads.
I need a drink.
Pray for me, 'cause I don't want to
Pray for me, if you love me
Cross your heart and hope that I don't die
Before the best day of my life
Just pray for me tonight
.... mmm, Sixx:A.M. &hearts