Sunday, 9 February 2014

Belly & Birthday

What I would love to do: eat and eat and eat lots of fantastical food. Enjoy it. Savour it. And then then forget it; just like everyone else does. 

Reality: everything I eat brings down pain.  The fabulous heating pad that Brad bought me has become my leach. It goes where I go. 

I am in pain 24/7. I wake at night and readjust the heating pad and rock myself back to sleep. 

I want to rip my stomach out and flip it through the washing machine. 

Send it to the dry cleaners. 

Through the car wash??

Then I would give it a stern talking to, shove it back in and tell it to cooperate. 

You can imagine my intimidation factor. 

There are many weird things going on with my body. It's obviously acting out. Perhaps I haven't been a good host? Maybe I should have taken it to massage therapy.

I wonder if my organs, muscles, blood cells and all other internal operations got together and called a strike. Nope, likely war. 

Who is the commander? Who is calling the shots? How do I request a meeting? I clearly need a white flag. 

I'd so drop kick any one of them. Right in the face. Cause I'm sure they all have faces. 

On a happier note - Happy Birthday to my boy Jagger!!!! 

He knew it was his birthday. He walked around this house like he was the shizznitz. Talked about how it was his "special day" every 5 seconds. Looked for attention from his brothers. Wanted cuddles constantly. 

Even wore his birthday suit. What a smart ass. 

This little guy turned 1 today. 


  1. happy Birthday Jagger. oh wow a year old. where does the time go? I wish I had a magic wand I could send you to make this all go away. hope the doctors find what this is all about . hang on to that heating pad.

  2. Jess, I am so sorry you are going through all this. I hope it gets figured out and fixed soon.
    And, as my 7-month-old 72lb puppy snores beside me, we wish Jagger a Happy Birthday.

    1. Thanks Colleen. I bet your puppy is adorable! Jagger says thanks :)