***Trigger Warning*** we gone talk about da Poop!
And … No this isn’t a belated Halloween post. It is just a day-in-the-life of this Angry Fat Woman–or at least the past two years. I am in a whiny mood today. I am just sick of poop! I am pooped out! Just completely pooped out!
For two years straight, Mike believes it has been three, I have had constant diarrhea. I eat and I poop. I poop until I have NO energy to do anything. I have become one with every potty along my path in life. I don’t go to the beach — unless there is a place to poop. I am afraid of going for a cycle unless there is a place to poop. I don’t go shopping unless I know where the bathrooms are–then, I barely go because I have no energy to shop. Sadness.
Mike keeps joking that we need to write a book titled, “Shit Happens, a Mike and Shonnie love story.” We bust out loud laughing when we talk about this, because we have some serious shit stories. Funny as hell–but not exactly great chit-chat convos. If I had great language skills I could crafty turn a word or phrase into a humorous tale of my pooping woes, but alas, one must have a brain in order to be crafty. We will have to settle for my shoddy brain that is weak from … you got it … pooping!
I live off pedialite, and Imodium. IF, if I could only remember to take my digest BEFORE I eat, things would be a lot better. I am not sure exactly what it is going to take for me to remember. I am worn out from making food. I am doing good to make food–honestly Mike is making more and more of our meals. I have little-to-no desire to eat and the only things I crave are grapes, toast, and cheese. Don’t ask me why, I have NO clue why. I sound like a pregnant woman with weird cravings. Yes, I am working with doctors to correct this problem, but DANGit, I am tired.
I know I have talked about this before, but dang it, I’m so tired. I am tired of feeling tired. I’m tired of having problems. WE just got my meds to where I feel like doing anything and I am pooping my guts out, so I have no energy to even do anything with my desire to do stuff. I walked twice yesterday, it was wonderful to be outside moving, but the pooping started up in force last evening and has me feeling wiped out. Today, I made food and then, I forgot to take my digest and here we go pooping!
I’m tired of being tired. I am tired of being sick. This might be my life period. Just how things go and I am going to have to figure a way around this. I don’t intend to lay in my bed and watch my life go by and binging on Netflix! Just saying.