I ate a bunch of cookies last night before bed hoping to push myself into a carb coma so I’d get a little sleep before my 5:45 AIS (ass in seat) this morning. I was indeed very sleepy, but rather than sleeping, any bit of peristalsis caused me to regurgitate food from hours before. Around 2am, I still hadn’t slept. By then my guts were spazzing so hard, my bladder was getting it’s ass kicked and I felt like I was going to pee all over myself. I got up to go and I swear to god, no more than two drops came out. I got out of bed for that? That’s some bullshit, bladder.
By 3am, my intestines were so goddamn sore I felt like I was being kicked in the gut. This hasn’t stopped yet. I was sitting in the lab waiting room crying (just a little) because I’d had it. The bathroom has a peanut gallery every time I go in there to release the bloody death. I’ve started apolozing as soon as someone walks in. It’s worse than roadkill on a 95 degree day. At least it didn’t start until we were already here. Look on the bright side, right? Now, if it stops before we’re back on the road for another 2.5 hours, it’s my lucky day.
I hate crying in public and hate crying in front of FIL even more. “What’s wrong with you? It’s not like you just had open heart surgery. It can’t hurt that bad.” Yeah. Thanks for that.
MC was cleared to GTFO and we’re heading home Friday morning with two vehicles and without Harpy. A special thanks to my pipes for ruining my happy buzz.