Well, Mr. OverKill is unavailable and I am having a rough morning. So, sorry blog, I need some therapy, because I am having a pity party, and I need to get over it!
So, let’s go back to Thursday night. I made tacos for dinner that night. The kiddos and I ate early, and Mr. OK ate around 9ish. Well, after we ate, I started to feel a little bit sick to my stomach. This isn’t terribly unusual for me, so I kind of blew it off. The kiddos were fine, I put them to bed. End of story.
No, I wish. I ended up with a killer stomach ache, and yes there was vomiting involved. Friday morning I get up and still feel yucky, but not nauseated. Well, around noon on Friday I talked to Mr. OK and he said he had a bad stomach ache when he woke up too. He never vomited, because he simply refuses to (I know, don’t get me started. Sometimes, I wish just once he would have morning sickness. But that’s another blog post:) So, apparently either the lettuce or the salsa that Mr. OK had on our tacos was no beano, and we had food poisoning. Lovely. Of course, Mr. OK bounced right back with no problem. Me, it took a tad longer. So, by Friday night, the kiddos were starving, and since I haven’t really been grocery shopping for at least 2 weeks, I ordered the kids a pizza from our favorite pizza joint.
Ahhhh… Zeno’s Pizza, there’s nothing better! But alas, I cannot have gluten. They do make a gluten-free pizza, but you have to order it 24 hours in advance. So, the pizza arrived and it was so yummy looking….but, I said “No I’m not going to have a slice. Remember what those cheddar biscuits did to you 2 weeks ago Frazzled?” So, here’s what I did. I took the tiniest little bit, less than a square inch of pizza, and I ate it. No, correction, I savored it. I kept that tiny square of pizza heaven in my mouth, just enjoying the flavor! And then I ate it. Shouldn’t have been a problem. WRONG!
I woke up this morning achy and miserable. Thank you gluten! Swollen joints, achy muscles…Motrin, you are my best friend.
Then, I got mad and cried. This really sucks (sorry Mom, but it’s the truth!). Apparently, now that I have been avoiding gluten, when I do have any my body freaks out.
So, I did what any 35 year old does when they are upset, I called my mommy :)
Mom is great. She has been dealing with my health problems with me for 29 years. So, she sympathized with me. Then gave me a story about her iPhone. And then she reminded me that I needed to look back and see all the “medical” miracles in my life.
At age 18 I was told I probably wouldn’t be able to have children. I truly thought I would end up an old maid, teaching school for the rest of my life. Who would want a defective, chronically ill woman, who would probably never be able to have children. I even moved to a small town with that plan in mind, living alone and teaching small town kids.
Miracle number 1- I moved to a tiny town and met my best friend, who turned into the love of my life. He was cool about the kid thing, we decided we would take what the Lord gave us. But were keeping our expectations low and were planning on living a life for 2.
Miracle number 2- While taking birth control to help regulate my hormones, I became pregnant with Bubba. If that’s not a miracle, I don’t know what is. My doctor thought I was crazy, and didn’t even believe the first pregnancy test, he made the nurse run it twice.
Miracle number 3- Bubba lived! My body being different couldn’t stay in labor long enough to deliver. I would go into labor every night, my contractions would get about 5 minutes apart and then it would just stop. Bubba ended up being a month late, nearly died during delivery, and had he been a day later would have died in utero, due to lack of nourishment. One emergency c-section later, our miracle arrived, safe and sound.
Miracles number 4, 5, and 6- Sugar Belle, Tootle Bug, and Little Man.
Okay, I can deal without having real pizza ever again.
Blessings abound! And, “YAY” to your mom for pointing you in the right direction. :)
Made me cry! Of course! :)