A tale of three pains

The past 24 hours have been full of self-inflicted pain and trouble with Mother Nature.

Let's back up to last night to the first self-inflicted pain: I was feeling really frustrated that I didn't know exactly what is wrong with me (gallbladder issues versus rib breakage) so I decided to have a "test meal" last night. On Tuesday, I had a simple chicken salad sandwich with white meat chicken and light Miracle Whip and I had a spike in pain after eating. I figured I was either feeling pain from my rib because my stomach was full, or my gallbladder was reacting to the food. So I had a cheeseburger last night, which was the same volume as the chicken salad, but much higher in fat. I figured if the burger bothered me more than the chicken salad, then I needed to call the doctor about that. Having pain after every meal is ridiculous and I would rather just know how to change my diet to avoid it versus just learning to eat small amounts to avoid irritating an injured rib.

The moral of this story is that self experimentation maybe isn't the best idea. I had a little pain right after I ate and then I felt great (it was so nice to actually eat a full meal), but around 1am I was hit with enough pain in my right rib area to get my attention, even through the codeine. It never got as bad as Monday, but it was pretty close. After a few hours it eased up a bit, but I still have residual pain today that is fairly noticeable.

The doctor wanted me to have an abdominal sonogram done as soon as possible so we'd have the results by my next appointment, so I'll go for that on Tuesday morning and get the results on Thursday. Until then, I'm am on a bland (not spicy) low-fat diet. All animal products are out, so I'm going to have to be a bean-free, nut-less vegan for a week. Yes, a nut-less vegan. I bet that's not nearly as funny as it sounds.

In case you were wondering, yes I do know that this sucks. My lunch today was plain pasta and a cucumber. It was just as sad as it sounds.


Second self inflicted pain: I was too premature in saying that the bed transition was fine, because Faith made a huge liar out of me by having a loud party in her bed for THREE HOURS in the middle of the night last night. She wasn't crying, but she was loudly yelling and laughing. Neither my husband or I were able to sleep through that. Eventually my husband went in her room and somehow tucked her in tight enough that she calmed down (his military background is so handy). Last night was her first night in over a week without anti-histamines for various rashes, so we think that was to blame.


Our third pain of the last 24 hours can be entirely blamed on Mother Nature. My husband leaves for work pretty early in the morning (before 7am) and he drives about 5 miles on windy country roads before he hits the main road. Here's a graphic of what happened to him this morning, except mentally replace that bike with a large pick-up truck:

He was just driving along, the only vehicle on the road, and BAM a deer hits his truck and dents in his driver side door, rear cab door on the driver side and the bumper. He said the impact almost made me drive off the road and in a smaller car, it might have been enough.

Here is the worst part, according to him (from an email):  "The worst part is that the goddamn deer just bounced off my truck and ran back into the woods. I did not even get the chance to track it down and cut out its still beating heart with my keys."

Now we just get to deal with all the deer hair stuck in his dents and insurance claims, but by we I mean him. You know, since he has so much free time with his invalid wife and grad school finals and full time job. I haven't seen the truck yet, but that thing still has the new car smell so you know this is causing him mental anguish. My car started to have that "Sweaty runner with an excited dog in the back" smell just days after I got it, but he takes better care of his stuff.

In my mind, that deer is out in the woods nearby, doing this and planning his next attack:

Now not only can I not currently run (or even go for a decent walk without pain), now I can't even eat good food. You should probably expect some bitchy postings in the next week. I apologize in advance.

Ok, creative people here is a challenge for you: Imagine this: You're a lame vegan who can't eat nuts or beans or anything high in fat. Let's pretend you are also pregnant and can't eat fish/seafood every day. What the fuck ARE you eating? I'm serious here, I have no clue.