Irony is the Shackles of Youth

The bad news is I ate something that did not agree with my IBS.

The good news (if you can call it that) is that it seems to be moving through my system very, very fast.

To be honest, I'm not sure what it was that triggered this. I had a sandwich for lunch I've had before from a sandwich place I've eaten at dozens of times. Why today? I don't know. There is the possibility that it was something I ate last night, but I doubt it. Mostly because the timing of the episode was within 30 minutes of me eating lunch rather than after breakfast or last night.

One of the great mysteries of life I guess.

Pepto Bismal is a wonderful thing. I don't know quite what I ate for lunch that didn't agree with me, but it didn't agree with me in a big way.

I am beginning to think that any restaurant with Border in the name (On the Border) or in their slogan (Run for the Border) should just replace "Border" with "Toilet" because in all honesty, that would be a more accurate description.

I am off from work until after the New Year. To celebrate, I will be an adult and do stuff like deposit money in my IRA account and CLEAN ALL THE THINGS .

Or I would if my investment place wouldn't change how they accept payment EVERY FUCKING YEAR. You accepted on-line payments last year and allowed me to invest in all my funds. What do you mean I can't do that now? ARGH. I'm going to have to find one of the statements they sent me that allows me to add more to my account and send in a check. Since there is no way on Earth it will get to them before the New Year, I'm probably going to have to come up with a cover letter telling them if they receive it in 2011, it should be applied to 2010 for tax purposes. Which according to Satan incarnate the IRS, I am allowed to do up until I do my tax return. I'll get that all together tomorrow.

Cleaning the bedroom today is only a partial win, as my digestive tract decided that it hates me every time I stand. Just what I need on top of my period: screaming pain in my gut. I wish whatever it doesn't like would hurry up and move on through. It would make my life infinitely more pleasant.

I also cannot do exercise tonight, because that would only aggravate my digestive tract.

Life: 2.5
Tsaiko: 0.5

Man my score at Life sucks today.

Dear digestive tract,

I have not done an unusually large amount of walking. I have not been eating richer food. I have not been under any sort of stress on this trip. So why the hell have I had to run to the bathroom not once, not twice, but three times today? WTF? This is my vacation. Stop ruining!

No love,
Tsaiko

Next time I am on my laptop, I have got to upload the angry digestive tract icon. I have a mid-tern in 2 1/2 hours and my digestive tract hates me. I am cramping, bloated, and in pain because I am 1) stressed and 2) about to start my period. IBS sucks.

*whine*

Dear digestive tract,

You and I have had this chat before. Why do you insist on learning new and interesting ways to torture me? I thought we had a deal. I learn how to live without orange juice, most types of melted cheese, and raw carrots (my favorite snack food, damn you ;_;) and you stop with the inventive torture methods. So what is this new, unpleasant feeling in the area of my lower intestines? You have got some 'splaining to do.

No love,
Tsaiko

( I swear I need a tag called the State of the Bowels )

In other news, I have about given up on the fingerless gloves thing. I just cannot find a pattern that is what I want and doesn't involve doing ribbing (which I have done successfully in crochet, but would rather stab my eyes out than do for any length of time). So I'm probably going to finish the scarf and take a picture of it and the hat sometime this week. I've got an extra skein of blue yarn leftover from this endeavor that I'll turn into a bunch of Granny squares with some white I keep around for just such a thing. Maybe I'll make an afghan to take to my mom. Who knows?

I have a meeting this morning with people from both my University and Purdue. I have to give part of a presentation. Granted, my part in the presentation is <5 minutes, but still.

Also body, that better be IBS and not cramps. I am not even joking. I will pull out my uterus right now if it's cramps.