Urp

My hitch is much better.  After the pain spread to my back for a few days, things finally started calming down.  I am walking a little more quickly and no longer feel like crying with every alternate step!  I'm in no rush to run a marathon or even walk the mall, but I can at least get up and down the stairs in my house without having to brace myself on the walls.  Bedrest is GOOD.

My cold is getting better.  Yesterday I had a bad sinus headache from all the accumulated snot, I'm sure, but the sore throat and MOST of the sneezes had gone.

The hubs had the brilliant idea of going out to eat last night.  We'd eaten take-out almost every night last week--even on the nights I was NOT couch-bound--since it was such a busy week.  I didn't WANT to go out last night due to the extra expense and since I was just so tired from the cold and not sleeping well due to my hip problem all week, but I most certainly did not want to cook either.  So, we dragged the kids to a favorite Chinese place and dug in.

Usually I share a dish with kid #1, but last night I was pretty hungry, so I went for my own.  I should have just shared because I couldn't finish it.  I don't know if it was the food or the appetizer or the cookies I ate at midnight, but by 5:00 this morning, I was up with a horrible stomach ache.  One of those which-end-will-THIS-come-out? stomach aches.  Yeah.  Not good.

I spent the next few hours NOT sleeping and running to the bathroom.  But I had the perfect game plan.  I brought a book.  I sat on my throne.  And if it ended up going the OTHER way, I had the plan to make a dive for the bathtub.  Lovely, huh?

All in all, I didn't get as sick as I'd feared.  But I wasn't able to really eat anything until around 1:00 today.  And even now, my stomach is still off, but at least I no longer feel the need to camp out with my book in the bathroom.

But what a LOVELY day for kid #3 to be a right royal pain in the ass and throw temper tantrums all morning?  And for kid #2 to keep antagonizing her.  And then for me to have to help kid #2 finish his stupid colonial report for school (I HATE fourth grade!).  And then for me to discover the hoard of candy/junk food wrappers/empty yogurt containers/nasty rotten apple core in kid #1's desk (REALLY, M, you are TWELVE!!!!  GROSS!!!!).

Fluctuating hormones are NOT good for 1) hips, 2) nausea, 3) kids who want to LIVE.