I had the best weekend. I decluttered my patio and made it all ready to be sweeped and hosed down. Living in the desert makes things dusty. It almost seems pointless to have a nice seating area, except I suspect people that do cleaning activities more often than I do don’t have that attitude or issue. I also took out all of the trash, broke down all of the recycling and took it out, cleared off my dining room table, framed all of the photos that I had printed, did laundry, bought the sprinkler parts that are needed for the repairs, and ran errands. On top of all of that, I had time to sit and chill, spend time with my boyfriend, play with my dogs, update the BluRay software on my desktop so I can watch Prince BluRays, and updated my iPod.
The best part? Even though my attempt at eating Chinese resulted in my stomach feeling as if it was on fire on Saturday, I successfully ate Mexican lunch on Sunday and things were grand!!
I love a good weekend that is equal parts fun and productive and chill. I achieved it and I feel great today.
The new working theory, with me and my Aunt anyway, is that my janky assed gallbladder inflamed all sorts of shit and my GERD is out of control and, possibly, my hiatal hernia is worse. I don’t know if the Nexium is really helping or if I am just sort of naturally coming off of the worst of it but I do feel improvement, even though I’m still unable to simply just eat without random issues. And since milk can, actually, inflame GERD I’m wondering if I need to cut back on my chocolate milk drinking, even though it seems to help. It could just be a temporary help in the moment then, later, works it back up!
One thing I noticed is that my stomach/abdomen makes all sorts of weird noises. So, the other night I’m sitting on the couch with my boyfriend and I can feel it and hear it doing whatever it’s doing in there to make that noise but I can’t really tell if it’s literally making noise or if I am just perceiving it to make noise. Cut to me catching in my peripheral vision my boyfriend casually looking over at me during the height of one noisy bout of stomachness and I just casually turn and meet his eye and then he turns away, no words exchanged. So, now I’m thinking I may just let it go and see how long it will take him to finally say “What the hell is that noise coming from your body!” It amuses me. Like, I wonder if he thinks I’m just low grade farting in the open. My body is a wonderland. #snort
Tomorrow I shall pack my gym bag and hit the gym! I walked up some stairs yesterday and realized it was all ugh for me and now I feel like a slug. So, fuck this noise I’m getting active!
I’m taking my life back. Yet again!