Lookit. I'm writing. Pretty much because I'm confined to the bed after a nasty flu-related accident. I...well, there's just no classy way to say it really. I projectile puked so hard that not only did I hit a wall 5 feet away, but I also managed to shred the muscles on the right side of my belly. So I've been hobbling around for about 4 days now and finally broke down and went to the doctor yesterday. After poking and prodding around, he chewed on his pen lid and muttered something about it possibly being gall bladder related.
Oh no. Not the gall bladder. All I could think about was that ignorant Jerry Lewis movie, "The Disorderly Orderly" and his reaction to a gall bladder afflicted patient. I'm too young for gall bladder issues! So I came home and got all hopped up on extra strength Tylenol and thankfully got some blessed relief. I did manage to drag my decrepit self out to the kitchen this morning to monitor my child rather than calling her on the cell phone from the back of the house. So I'm making progress, people. Progress indeed.
Maybe when school starts back up in a couple of weeks I'll be back in the blogging saddle with more tales of woe and stupidity. You never can tell.