bad day

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Whoa I'm having a bad day.

For starters, i think I need to have a gall bladder transplant. Ok ok, I

know they don't give you a new one, they just throw out the old one, but my

right side has been riddled with stabbing pain for over a week. My doctor is

very concerned. Exercise is a big way I manage my mood, and I'm pretty much

unable to do it - leaving me feeling fat and gross in my brain and body

both.I have an ultra sound on the gall bladder tomorrow.

Plus my migraines are back as bad as ever. I got a really bad one today.

So I have 3 dogs, 2 big boys and one llittle girl. They love to see what I

bring home in shopping bags. The girl dog started it because often there is

something for her to wear or play with or eat in the shoppign bags and she

love to find it! She loves packages that come in the mail even more. So

anyway, boyfriend and I went to the antique store today. And I found smurfs

exactly like the ones I had when I was little. One of them was exactly like

my very favorite one from when I was little.I was buying it when the

migraine attacked. A buck fifty to relive my childhood and do it right this

time? I'll take it!

So we get home and there I am trying to show my dogs my new smurf (which I

know is kind of a dumb thing to do anyway but they were poking their heads

in the bag and I thought they would think it's cool). And I have a migraine.

And my side is killing me. And then. . . . my big boy Cowboy rams me in the

head with his thick skull really really really hard.

It was an accident.

But sweet Jesus that hurt.

Really Really hurt.

This doesn't really have anything to do with being a KO, but the whole time

I kept thinkng, " I'm such a faker, this doesn't really hurt. Stop being a

pansy. Cry baby. " etc etc etc. And the self talk, that is being a KO.Who but

a KO would have all those owies at once and still call themselfves a faker?