Wow, I can't believe it's been a whole week since my last post. Which, by the way, was for a contest by Proverbs 31 Ministries and Lysa Terkeurst. I didn't win, but I got lost of nice comments. So I think it must have meant something to a few folks. Sweet!
I really wanted to comment about one of them in particular, but I'm afraid that between working every day but one since my last post and suffering a maddening, debilitating case of acid reflux, it just hasn't happened. It never fails that sickness comes after normal hours of operation. Or on a weekend. Or when you're the only swing shift person on the schedule and you have to go to work. Even on the government holiday.
Yep, that's me. I feel like I've had something stuck in my throat for a full week now. And it just sucks. Period.
It's making me nauseous. It made me try to sleep almost sitting up in bed. Not good for curled-up-in-the-fetal-position sleepers like me. It made me skip my morning coffee 2 days in a row, and even that didn't help. So I won't be foolish and skip my coffee again. The headache is MASSIVE! Ahh, sweet caffeine, how I love thee :-)
Some over-the-counter stuff hasn't really helped, so I finally broke down and went to the doctor today. More pills and an order for an Upper GI. If you don't know, that means that they want to stick a tube with a camera down my throat and have a nice look around. Um, not fun. No no. Might make for some fun blog pics, though. :-)
So, last night my caffeine-less headache sent me to my bed early. My hubby said that he knew I felt bad because I didn't even knit OR turn on the computer. Yeah, it was bad.
That was after he told me how big the dark circles had gotten under my eyes, too. Ain't he a gem? :-P He really knows how to make a girl's day. That's OK, my poor boss keeps giving me the sad face and telling me how obvious it is that I feel bad. That's just a sweeter way to tell me that I look like crap. I love her!
Anyway, I think I'll try the new pills for a few days and see what happens. Because blog pics or not, I don't really want a camera shoved down my throat. And if I don't get better soon my supporters just might kill me with compliments...:-)