I mentioned over at Aunt B.’s that I’ve had a chip on my shoulder. I realise this and am trying very hard to get over my sad sorry self.
I’ve been doing very well lately–but like most bloggers I fail to blog the good stuff. My upcoming trip to Disney World, my great relationship with my husband, my love for hot hot hot days, the fact that Wal Mart carries Bailey’s Irish Cream Haagen Dazs. That’s all beyond wonderful.
The last three weeks though have been really bad. I say this to explain that I’ve been on large quantities of morphine and vicodin for a good portion of those three weeks. And this is where we learn just how cranky three weeks of opiates can make a person.
One of the oft-not-discussed side effects of painkillers is that they will make you constipated. BADLY.
And the other night I happened to be watching a movie (Dan In Real Life, which was okay, but of course I was taking morphine) and they mentioned the book “Everyone Poops”.
That was when I started screaming at the screen “NO! NO THEY DON’T! Not everyone! No matter how badly they want to, not everyone poops!!!!” And that was also when I realised that I needed to take some Milk Of Magnesia and get over myself.
These, my friends, are the things they don’t tell you in high school.
Might I suggest Traditional Medicinals Smooth Move herbal tea? Available in the health food section of your local Kroger.
Works like a charm for me each and every time.
I’m sorry for your pain, I really am. But picturing you screaming at the TV that not everyone poops just made me giggle. (sorry). I still want you to talk to my friend who does the all natural stuff.
“but like most bloggers I fail to blog the good stuff.”
Not sure what that means, but if you like what you’re writing and your readers like it, then no one else is to say if it’s “the good stuff.”
Best thing that ever happened to me was being rejected by some Nashville bloggers and some of their friends. I started writing for a national audience, and a national audience is what I have. On the other hand, some bloggers don’t want a national audience. It’s all relative.
On the pain issue, you know I know what you’re talking about.
It’s *almost* better to be in a wheelchair where people don’t say to you, “Oh, just get up and walk.”
Invisible disabilities are worse in the social sense, because you “look normal” even though you’re also in a wheelchair–just one others can’t see, yet they are always ready to judge.
As the saying goes, walk a mile in my shoes, or in your case and mine, crawl.
Ooh, I am with you on that Häagen-Dazs flavor. Yummy, yummy goodness. Publix sells it. *ting!*
Hope you get better soon.
When are you going to WDW? If you don’t want to say here, shoot me an email.