Yesterday I had maybe half of a hamburger at The Porch when I started not feeling all that great. I went home trying to figure out why exactly I didn't feel good. I realized it was my stomach CRAMPING. So, I laid down for an hour and felt better.
This morning I got to work and realized that I had forgotten my "girl with no gall bladder" medicine. AUUUUGGGHHH. All I had was 8 peanut butter crackers and a 1 ounce energy drink . . . within the hour I was racing to the rest room. I walked out, and then I had to race back in. I HATE THIS. It is horrifying. I am seriously considering putting an out of order sign on the door for the day.

At some point I'm going to get hungry. I'll eat something that will have fat in it. I will then race to the rest room and woe be to the soul that is in there when this happens.
I am soooo sorry to hear this. Poor baby sis. I wish there was something I could do.
ReplyDeleteGet well.