Here's a little glimpse into the life of me, for anyone who's curious about how much I sleep/eat or poo. (I know that my public - esp my mother - loves it when I get graphic about the poo.)
11:00 PM - I went to sleep in my bed.
12:30 AM - Mom woke me up to give me a pain pill.
2:50 AM - I woke up in pain in my bed (darn gravity) and toddled out to the recliner.
4:30 AM - Mom woke me up to give me a pain pill.
5:40 AM - I woke Mom to eat breakfast (small bowl of Grape Nut Flakes) and go on a walk.
6:00 AM - Out the door to go on a totally lame walk through my parking lot and around the corner before I gave in to heat (and pain) exhaustion and headed home.
7:00 AM - Crawled back into bed.
8:30 AM - Mom woke me up to give me a pain pill. I went back to sleep.
9:20 AM - I got out of bed and came and sat in the recliner.
11:00 AM - I ate a piece of toast (with too much butter) for a snack.
11:20 AM - I took a shower and washed my hair. (Biggest mistake of my life. Washing my hair pretty much took all of my energy and trashed the rest of the day.)
12:30 PM - Mom gave me another pain pill.
12:45 PM - I went back to bed.
3:20 PM - I woke up in pain, so I got out of bed and came out to the recliner. (Sense a theme?)
4:00 PM - I had a wholesome snack (dinner) of 5 baby carrots and a glass of water.
4:30 PM - Mom gave me another pain pill.
5:30 PM - I went back to bed.
7:20 PM - I got out of bed and ate 10 Wheat Thins and 15 blackberries (biggest meal of the day).
7:30 PM - Mom and I headed back out on another walk. (I don't know how effective going on a walk is when I can barely make it out of the parking lot, but I like to think that the effort brings with it some blessings.)
7:45 PM - I drank too much water out on my walk and put myself back in that weird place where my left shoulder hurts when I'm too full. We came right home.
8:05 PM - In an effort to make my stupid body poo (beyond the daily laxatives and whatnot), I've decided that I need to make myself sit on the toilet for at least 5 minutes every couple hours. (I know, that was a gross overshare. But by now, you've got to know that I do that. Overshare, I mean.) Mind you, I haven't pooed since Monday, so I have a super gassy stomach. (We're talking, it reminds me of the smoke monster on Lost, it's so rattly and angry-sounding.) I sat on the toilet for five minutes and nothing. ... I got up and went about the after-business of washing my hands only to have this HUGE amount of gas pass. My stupid contrary body won't do anything I want it to, when I want it to. (Insert eye roll here.)
8:30 PM - Mom gave me another pain pill.
9:00 PM - I finally caught up on my texts and listened to my voice mails for the day.
9:05 PM - Passed the phone off to Mom so she could call Dad and he could give her the report for the fundraiser today. (Turns out he went down at about 4:00 and helped cook fry bread. Bless the entire Plumb family for working as hard as they did: Ruby, Katy, Lane, Howdy, etc., Velda, etc., and a whole bunch of neighborhood kids who I've known and loved their whole lives.)
9:47 - I breathed into my torture device. I still can't get past 1,000. Blast.
10:00 - I drank another double dose of laxatives and put myself to bed.
Here's hoping that tomorrow, I'll actually poo. ... Stupid body.
