My Catholic guilt got to me. I am going into work. I feel about 75-80% better. I don't require Demerol anymore but I still have a continuous dull ache. It sure beats writhing in pain. So wish me luck.
I feel a little better. I can stand and walk without wincing in pain. My back and pelvis are improved a little more every second. I've been trying to hold going to the bathroom because, frankly, it hurt to reach around to wipe my ass. So in case you were wondering, I'm much better in that department. Now I'm trying to break up with my new friend, Demerol, since I will be going to work soon. I suppose if I'm not supposed to operate machinery, I shouldn't be taking care of babies. I'm going to attempt to go into work tomorrow night. Hopefully, I'll make it through my shift without fainting from pain. I only took one Demerol today. The rest of the pain, I managed with Ibuprofen, the 800 mg kind. There goes my liver.
Did this a while ago using a kit from scrapaddict.com.
I have a high tolerance for physical pain. Probably because I hate going to the doctor. I attribute that to the nurse in me. So when I've had pelvic and back pain for 3 weeks, I just blamed that on ovulation and not doing the Clomid this month. I just took Motrin, Tylenol, and Aleve. But last night, the pain was so excruciating, nothing helped. I could barely stand, let alone sit on the toilet to pee. I seemed to spend most of my time doubled over. I finally made it back to the RE after not seeing them for almost a month early this morning. At this point, my mind was going into overdrive thinking the worst of the worst. Being a nurse makes me the worst patient and the worst hypochondriac. They did a trans vaginal ultrasound once again to try to find out where the heck the pain was coming from. Turns out I have a right ovarian cyst that has decided to burst. Explains the sharp pain, huh? Youch! So now I'm typing this on Demerol and just woke up after sleeping for 5 hours. In other words, I love everyone and I love drugs.
BTW, I want to thank my husband who went with me to the appointment and who helped me put on my granny panties at the doctor's office. It was a nightmare trying to put them on this morning. If it weren't for him, I would have gone commando all day long. Cheers for kind husbands and Demerol!
We survived our Christmas party. Of course, there was so much food we could have had 3 other parties. My mom made some lumpia and pansit and other Filipino food even I wouldn't eat. Sometimes shrimp with their heads and skin still attached and beef tripe just isn't so appetizing even for a coconut like me. Besides all the food my mom made, the guests were kind enough to force feed us more delectables! I still have 2 cheesecakes in the fridge. In any case, it was great fun but I think that the family Christmas party will be at my parents' house next year. I don't think I can handle the clean-up and the leftover food from 100 people.
My siblings have a Christmas tradition since we are all poor. We give each other leftovers from our junk drawer or something we hate that our parents' gave us that we pass around from one person to the other, like a Rudolph Christmas sweater 3 sizes too big. In other words, funny but cheap. In reality, we all have everything we could possibly need. This year, the theme was "tacky gifts from the dollar store." I made out with a penis whistle (try explaining that to your stepdaughter), some generic Spam aka luncheon meat from Albertson's, and generic corned beef in a can. Got my sister's some cheap beanies with old, expired candy and got my brothers some bling (aka necklaces complete with rusty chains and fake diamonds). I guess you would have to be part of this nutty family to appreciate this because I have a feeling my in-laws wouldn't find the humor in finding a penis straw (I still have tons from my bachelerotte party) in their Christmas stocking. I might have to try this next year.
In any case, here is a photo of me, my sisters, and my cousin. I gotta avoid posing for pictures with these chicks even though they enjoy them so much. Merry Christmas, you skinny bitches.
I was tagged by Jen so here goes 20 things about me:
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I love the anticipation of Christmas. The twinkling lights, the happy people, the red and green, the food, the holiday parties, the gifts, the Mass, the music, the cards in the mail. It's exciting! Let's face it. My home looks like Santa threw up all over the place. It's the only time of the year where I can be excused for being and enjoying the tacky. When else do I delight in the wonder of caroling toilet paper holders and green fuzzy toilet seat covers with Rudolph's face? If I could keep all the decorations up I would, but hubby is not so agreeable for some reason. What I dread is the let-down of after-Christmas. Without all the Christmas decorations, my house is an empty shell, just reminding me that I still have to fill the house with furniture and that I'm too broke to do it. Anyone else have the blues after Christmas?
Mindy Terasawa from thedigichick.com was kind enough to make me a custom avatar, my very own coconut girl! She is too adorable!
I admit it. My first born is my favorite. Can't help it. He's too cute even when his underbite takes over his whole face.
Did this with a kit from ScrapAddict.
