Because when you say things are going well, that means they are about to go down the toilet. At least for me, that is how it goes. Yesterday I had coffee with a friend. It was great, and I felt pretty good. However, it took a 3 hour nap to recover. But my BMs were normal, and there were only 4 all day.
What a difference a day makes. This morning I made Challah French Toast for my son for breakfast and drove him to school. Before I left I had nasty D. Then after I dropped him off, I had to go to Target to get some things I forgot when I went grocery shopping. I had to stop at the Target bathroom and had bad abdominal cramps the entire time. Then I came home, and after putting the groceries away, sat on the couch to watch Doc Martin (I love that show!). In fifteen minutes time, I had to pause it and run to the bathroom three times. The last time I left my drink on the table, not thinking about it. One of the cats, who has a habit of knocking drinks over, did just that. Ice, drink and straw all over the carpet. Ugh! And it seems like it is only going to get worse. I took pain pills already, and they don't seem to be working yet.
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