My stomach is the worst!
I really thought that by this point I wouldn’t be writing about it anymore. At least, less At least, it wouldn’t be throwing me flareups that wipe out whole days of my life every so often.
I planned to go to my first musical event this past weekend…a cover band of a group I love, at my favorite bar. Did I make it? No, of course not. Why, oh why, would my pyloric muscle ever allow such things?! FUN?! NEVER!!
So, after feeling salty about that all day on Sunday, I woke up feeling a little better this morning, but also tired of worrying about my health. However, I am making major health strides despite my stupid stomach. For one, my sciatica is much improved due to the exercises I have been doing. And speaking of exercise and diet related things, I am officially the thinnest I have ever been in my entire life. I don’t suggest my diet of protein shakes and jello, but hey, it got results, I guess. I do indeed fit into that bathing suit I mentioned some months ago. That’s a nice thing.
I mean, I really still don’t give a crap about my weight but it’s nice to accomplish a goal, y’know?
And then the other health thing, in which I attempt to quit smoking. Again. They say the average smoker quits seven times before the big one…if that’s so I’m plugging along on attempt number five right now. Hopefully it’s a good, long run. In the meantime, I’m on the patch and having crazy dreams. No, don’t tell me to take it off at night…I often wake up in the night wanting a smoke, so I have to keep it on then, The dreams are actually mostly fun, not scary or anything, but the realism is something of a brain tease.
So, I’m losing weight and quitting smoking and still my stomach insists on behaving the way it does every time I try to do something fun. One doc says it’s a fluke. Another doc says it takes time for it to heal. I don’t think either of them know what they’re talking about anymore.
I’m sitting in my desk with a pain in my shoulder as I type because I am simply not used to sitting at my desk and typing, as I have been away from the writing for so long. My blog is in shambles, my poetry practically nonexistent, and while I did drop 350 words in the WIP the other day, that’s it for months now. But this morning I found a poem.
Just a little something about a fish that I wrote while out one afternoon and forgot about. Just a note on my phone, that I polished up and put into pretty words and saved in my poetry file. It gave me a little hope, much like the fishies I wrote the poem about do.
That’s what I need to do! Go fishing.
Anyway…thanks for listening to my ramble today. There wasn’t much else on the agenda and I just had to get all these little thoughts out of my mind.