That's right....my band is irritated with me! It all started on Sunday. After a night of fun and cocktails. I woke up Sunday and knew that I was very tight. I drank water and it was slow going down, but I went to the grocery store and then my husband wanted McDonalds (cure for a hangover). So, I got a chicken nugget happy meal, this was at 12:30, I had been up for a while. So, I eat one nugget really slowly and a couple of fries and I'm stuck, stuck bad. I get sick and later on drink a glass of milk. Later that day we go to a Super Bowl party and I got stuck on a sausage ball, I get sick there and then have to walk to my house because I realize this is going to be a bad one. I wretch for a while, feel better, go back to the party, drink a little wine and just take it easy. Later on I'm able to eat a very soft meatball and some crab dip. I feel better.
Then, yesterday I take things really slow, I have scrambled eggs for breakfast, I have some shrimp for lunch all goes well. I have a meeting and get home kind of late and the hubs has fixed supper. I have one bite of chicken and I'm stuck bad. I try to wait it out, but I can't. I get sick 3 times before it's all said and done and I'm in pain. I feel like someone has punched me square in the chest and stuck a knife in the middle of my back. I eventually have a glass of milk and go to bed. This morning it's irritated bad. I got up to use the bathroom this morning and had a sip of water and got back in bed, no go, the water would not go down. So.....I hear you Pearl, you can shut up now, I promise to be good today and tomorrow and for however long it takes to make you happy! This morning for breakfast I had 1 cup of split pea soup, lunch was mashed potatoes and I have the fridge stocked with protein shakes at work, so there. I hate when I do this. Pearl can be a fickle thing, but she's usually quite forgiving, I guess she figured I needed to be taught a lesson. Okay, I got it!
I hope you all have a wonderful day! Thanks for the sweet comments on yesterday's blog, by the way, my husband does read my blog sometimes and he had trouble getting through the door yesterday his head was so swollen after reading all of your wonderful comments about him. He said yesterday he was thinking about starting a blog of his own to talk about what it's like living with a banded person. I think that's a great idea and that he should. What do you think?
Ya'll be good!