Corvettes and Handbags make it all okay

So this week I managed to catch the stomach virus of all stomach viruses from my lovely co-workers. Y'all I thought it was the end. I could not even keep water down. The worst part was the next day when I was so dehydrated I felt hung-over and my body felt like my trainer had kicked my butt. Nope. Just recovering from the gift the office keeps giving everyone.

Yesterday I finally made it back to the office. I don't know why I bothered. I do not remember talking to anyone, I have no clue what I actually accomplished and my co-workers are giggling about some of the off the wall crap I said to clients. Great... On the upside dad felt bad that I had to be here sick so he let me drive his new 2014 Stingray Corvette.

 

I felt like a rock star.

 



Today, I feel a little better. I have managed to keep down a Chick-Fil-A biscuit so far. Success! Plus, my new Steve Madden bag arrived so now I have a brown casual bag to replace the one that died. And a couple of old friends that know me like no other have resurfaced.  I am thinking that this means this weekend has to be a good one. I can eat, I have a new bag and old friends? Bring on the weekend.

Working on Christmas Eve

That's right. I have some type of cold/bug type thing and I am working. Daddy said it could be a half day. Thank God. I am very pretty today. Tissue and TheraFlu adorn every corner of my desk. And because this is a sick/half day and I am counting on not having any customers I am dressed in yoga pants Whitney style. That girl is a genius. I am sure she wears it cuter but cut me some slack, I look/feel like death. And a customer just showed up. Gotta run! Merry Christmas Eve!!!

Sick as a human? Sick as a dog?

 

I have no idea where people come up with some of these phrases. Sick as a dog? Where did that come from? I mean Riley typically just eats some grass voms once or twice and hits the ground running. I am in bed miserable. Shouldn't it be sick as a human? 

My PCOS is being a bish again. Remember when I told you about my angry lady parts. That was just a few days ago. Well, I went to the doctor today and after a year of me saying "can we look at other options?", she decided we should look at other options. My ovary looks like swiss cheese in the images and the pain is like 25 days out of the month. So, we switched meds today. I have taken one dose and I feel like I could vom at any moment. Hubs brought me ginger ale and took care of the horse and the dogs tonight. He also cooked and cleaned. He is a keeper, I tell ya. I am a crying, sick mess. ( I cry when I am happy, sad, frustrated, or pissed) I might not be keeper material tonight. Tis life. I will see ya'll tomorrow when I have my shiz together. 

Good night ya'll. 

Those angry lady parts

This post is coming to you straight from the bed. I made the hubby chili, because he adores my recipe. The main reason he married me would be that I can cook like a masterchef above average home cook.

About 5 minutes after we finished dinner I started to get really sick. I must have looked awful too because hubs kept asking if I felt okay. I finally told him I was grabbing my computer and blogging from bed. I hope I am not catching something. I have been nauseous after the last few meals I have consumed. Yuck. I honestly, think that my lady parts are just angry. Here is a little fact about me... It's about to get personal... 

I suffer from PCOS. Basically, my body hates me. My hormones are out of wack all the time, it makes it hard to lose weight, my periods are ridiculous (irregular and painful), I have thin hair that gets thinner based on hormone issues that month, and I get depressed very easily. PCOS can make having a baby difficult. That time of the month is usually hell.  I am in bed with cramps that double me over at least one day of my period, and I have a high pain tolerance. I feel nauseated and have stomach issues during this time of the month and I run a fever. Occasionally, I have ruptured cysts and have had to go the E.R. for the pain and I have pelvic pain pretty much through the month. This month I have lost enough hair to make a wig and I feel like I have the flu. Fatigue is a mother. 

PCOS can cause diabetes, high blood pressure and so many other issues. So my angry lady parts want to kill me. Lovely. I am just ready for this month to be over. I am also ready to stop feeling pukey. Is that a word?

 Dear Lady parts, There isn't a bun in the oven because you won't allow that so stop being biatchy. K?