Mar 29, 2009 21:32
So today was another asshole of a day. My endometriosis decided to kick in again, even though I’m on medication that costs hundreds of dollars every month in order to stop the damn disease from causing trouble. I had no pain killers left, because, well, I love my demoral, so when I finally really really need it, it’s gone. So anyways, I have to use Tylenol #4. Not only did it not make the pain any better, but I guess I’m allergic to the stuff or something and ended up getting sick. I took a big nap when Harrison did, he gets up, I make us lunch. I eat lunch. I go throw lunch up. My hair was down. For once. I always have it up in a pony tail at home to make it easier. Oh no. No no. Not today. I had to have it down so I could puke it in. And during the whole episode, my mother’s trying to have a conversation with me. Asking me what’s wrong. I hurl a bit. Get in a few words. Hurl a bit more. So goes the process, back and forth. And then, while I’m tossing my lunch, my mother says to me; “I don’t want to offend you, or get you upset, but just because it’s good for us to know, do you have another “accident” on the way”. Yes, thanks mom, asking me while I’m hung over the toilet puking in my hair if I’m pregnant. Meanwhile I’d like to say; “No mom, that means I’d have to be getting laid, and life just wouldn’t be that good to me”. So, the simple answer, taking into consideration I only have a moment to throw out a few words before I throw some more stuff out of me, is “No, I promise. No baby”.