How many Xanax in a bottle...

Okay, so either I am stressing out too much over "unknown" things, I'm getting old or I need to start my HRT again!! Thursday I tossed and turned and sat-up and thought my flesh was going to catch on fire and melt off my body. Friday - rinse & repeat. Saturday - rinse & repeat...BUT this time...I had indegestion (I think)...not only was my flesh on fire, but I felt like someone had shoved a potato down my throat and poured hot sauce on it.

So, then Sunday I had the great idea of taking a Xanax before I went to bed. But since I don't have a bed time and I am clearly not disciplined enough to go to sleep when I feel tired...what should I do? Well, I decided around 11:30 to take my Xanax and by 12:30 I was sound asleep...until 3:00 when I woke up with the flesh on fire, potato covered in hot sauce feeling again!! UGH!!

At that point I look over at my DH who is sleeping so peaceful, so peaceful in fact that I wanted to smother him with the fucking pillow!! Or beat him with it until the feathers flew out and stuck in my hair! How can anyone go to sleep that easily and peacefully!! Bastard!

So, after watching TV, surfing the net, reading my book, yelling at the wee one to get her arse in bed cuz "I hear that DS game you are playing", watching more TV, taking a Xanax, watching more TV, taking another Xanax...I

finally.

feel asleep, and wouldn't u know it...my ass was late for work this morning!!

Random Thoughts

Wow!! I have been away from you dear internet for far too long...let me catch you up!
Saturday started out like any normal Saturday...washing gatorade bottles and filling them up with the liquid of the gods (at least for 13/14 year old boys), showering and readying myself for FOOTBALL. But there was that nagging pain in my lower right abdomen, probably gas or something I ate last night (what did I eat??). So, off to the game...we won 39-0, then back home and oh that nagging pain is still there and now so is his friend nausea!! (She's a real bitch!!)

Off to bed I go, when 2:30 am rolls around and nausea decides to wake me up; I'll leave out all the gory details, but I DIDN'T go right back to sleep. Next day rolls around and well I'm still feeling icky, so I call mom and off we go to the ER. After being poked, proded, vomitting and the such they yank out the IV and say "good news, the ct scan is negative you can go home now". WHAT??!!! GOOD NEWS??

Yep, they sent me home with undertermined lower right abdominal pain...how can they get away with that? I followed up with the Family Doctor on Monday who now thinks it could be inguinal hernia...that sounds like a ton of fun!!

I have been home from work all week...much to the dismay of my dear hubby. Definately think I am cramping his style, but WTF...I don't really care. Of course he just looks at me like I'm being ridiculous, I mean my arm isn't hanging off or I'm not gushing blood from any open wounds, so Hey, "get back to work you!!". Now when he gets hurt or doesn't feel good...THE WHOLE ENTIRE EFFING WORLD MUST (and I mean MUST) come to a complete HALT!! Why is that??

Why is it that when a man is sick we are supposed to wait on them hand and foot? Yet, we are still expected to carry on like normal? I have an ultrasound tomorrow to find out if I busted a gut (literally) and do you think for one second I could get a little help from my hubby? No, it's my job to make arrangements for the wee one to get on the bus if I want him to drive me...to that I say

TO HELL WITH YOU THEN, I'll get there my damn self....Hoorah for all the strong women out there!!

To my BFF ManiacalMom2...If I didn't have a hernia before today, I am sure I have one now...ur post was HYSTERICAL!!! Thanks for being there for me this week, it means alot!! Luv ya!