Maybe I wouldn't be such a cranky bitch if... nah. Who am I kidding? Even if the moon and the stars all aligned in my favor I would still find something to bitch 'n moan about. So what am I going to bitch about today?
And the winner is: my fricking stomach and this fricking UC and whatever else is fricking going on in there. Is it too much to ask for me to take a shower w/o having to get out to poop? Gross but true. This is the deal: in an attempt to get me off the steroids (yeah!) I'm down to a 5mg every other day. Which is great because all the nasty side effects are going away (yeah! again) but my pooping is coming back to pre-'roid strength (boo!). I'm sick of being sick, sick of being tired, sick of being sick & tired. I have no energy or desire to leave my house. Sadly, also have no food in the house so I must go to the store at some point this weekend. And Target to return those goddamn too-tight t-shirts. I was invited to an out-of-town wedding this weekend and decided not to attend due to lack of funds. Now how glad am I that I don't have to schlep all the way to East Bumfuck PA feeling like I do. Let me tell you: SO FUCKING HAPPY! That might the only thing I have to be happy about this week. That, and last night I washed my couch blanket, the one me & Tiger curl up under every night while watching TV & it smells all just-came-out-of-the-dryer good. Also, no more cramps!
P.S. to ER: Enough with the fucking Africa storyline already. Don't care. Not interested. Go back to Chicago.