Feeling a wee bit better... as evaluated against the number of tylonal2s I've popped.
No, they didn't give me anything stronger...
Any ways, today was better than yesterday and I'm sure tomorrow will be a little better still.
That being said...
... take this many tylonals and there is not enough
bran at the old folks home to solve yer problems.
Remove all tummy muscles from the picture...
replace them with shooting pains for every effort
to make contact with those muscles...
and there you have it...
my day has been...
continues to be...
all about getting enough luck together to have a good crap!
Know this... and know it well...
If, in the making of human kind, the dice had played a slightly different game,
and it was up to MEN to carry and bear children.... it would surely work like this;
On the first day of the 17th week, fully paid maternity leave would begin.
On the second day of the 17th week, a team of medical practitioners
would descend upon the home of this pregnant man
and he would be rendered unconscious
and cared for well until there was a baby on his lap.
Two years of maternity leave would commence at full pay.
And he would indeed say to his friends
"Do these sweat pants make my ass look fat?"
ok ok ok ... whatever. I just know that cesarean births prol'y end with
a pain not unlike the post operative hernia pain I'm having and while
my hat has for a long time been off to the heroics of birthing mothers...
that appreciation is just being ramped up a bit.
Now it's off to give gravity another chance at relieving some ... er... pressure.
Then, West Wing!