I've come to a few conclusions over the past few days.
1. Veganism is the worst idea of all time. Seriously, you people are nuts. I thought I just didn't like most vegans because they smugly drive hybrid cars and like the smell of their own farts, but it also turns out I hate the food of their people too.
I lasted like 24 hours on my gallbladder friendly diet before reverting back to the nurse's original instructions of "Just avoid eating too much fat in one sitting, so no fried or greasy food". I'm just way too pregnant (and cranky) to follow a more restrictive diet beyond those guidelines.
2. I'm still getting my abdominal sonogram on Tuesday, but as time goes by, I really think I have a dislocated (or broken) floating rib instead of a gallstone. The pain is just constant and only hugely spikes when I do things like bend over or twist my torso. Sitting upright is also pretty painful from everything getting pushed up into my ribs, so I've been taking that as good excuse to lounge instead of sit.
3. I must really love running. Every night at 2am when I've taken the prescription painkiller, I stumble the bathroom and think "I feel great. I'm totally running tomorrow." I'm just lucky that I'm too loopy on the meds to change into running clothes and run right then. I'm pretty sure that if I took Ambien, I'd be the only person to "sleep run" instead normal things like internet shopping and eating raw bacon.
I've been walking some and on Friday I had the best walk I've had since the pain started, so I decided to do a "test jog" on Saturday morning. I went about 4 miles with regular walk breaks to monitor any pain (I have constant pain, but running didn't make it hurt significantly more) and came home feeling optimistic that I might have to live with pain, but at least I can run!
Then today happened.
Hopefully today was a fluke since I haven't taken anything since Friday night (not even Tylenol) and I went grocery shopping with a toddler (more twisting and lifting that you'd imagine). I have my fingers crossed that I wake up totally healed tomorrow.
Man, that's a lot of bitching and moaning. My weekend hasn't been all bad. Faith makes sure that everyday has some fun involved.
|I must figure out how to use this as a weapon|
|Parenting is so tough. I had glare on my Kindle.|
Peanut has been really bad and pretty much driving me nuts, enough though I've been at least walking her daily. I think she has realized that if she annoys me enough, then I send her to daycare. I think she's mad about her diet (she has been subtly throwing her food dish across the kitchen and then glaring at me), but she can't fly like Dumbo if she's fat.
|She believes she can fly|
At least for every bit that Peanut annoys me, Faith pays her back in kind. Faith's new favorite thing is to pull out Peanut's hair, piece by piece. I guess it doesn't bother Peanut enough since she won't move away, but I stop it because I don't need extra dog hair to clean up.
|It's like raising a freaking monkey|
If you thought you had to be in pain for 10+ weeks, what would you do to console yourself? I've already ordered frivolous shoes (they should be here soon!) but I think more retail therapy may be necessary as time goes on.