Cleanin' out the cobwebs and sprinkles.

I’m sitting here and pondering, pondering while I sit here, what to write, what to write. Besides my ass going numb nothing much comes to mind considering it’s been a pretty non descript day. It started out interesting, as I sat at the red light, threw up into my lunch bag and drove myself home. Since then I’ve done such stimulating things as sleep and play Bubble Popp on Facebook.

I miss my husband, whine, sniffle, whine. When I’m sick he takes care of me but he’s working nights all this week, leaving me to be the sole responsible adult at home, which seriously sucks by the way. When I ask Finnegan to go ask his daddy he just smiles at me patiently.

Good thing the kid is cute.

I think my tongue is starting to hurt less, but I can’t tell between the Gravol, the pain meds and the vomiting. Sigh, not much funny to say tonight, I’m still “clean living” although eating nothing doesn’t technically count. I wonder, if I eat a doughnut and then throw it up, does that count?

I’d try it but the sprinkles coming out of my nose would be a bitch.

Now I have to go climb into bed before I pass out and drool on my keyboard and my laptop finally bites the big one (it’s hanging on by a thread). Then I’d have to fight the masses for the desktop computer.

Snooooozzzeee.

Tongue tied

My frantic blog readers, I have not forgotten you (okay maybe it’s just me and Wilber reading this so Wilber, my imaginary friend, I would never forget about you. Well except that time with all of the tequila…). It’s hard to think of clean living when your tongue feels like it has been battered, deep fried and sewn to the side of my mouth.

I had a growth on my tongue, caused apparently by a broken filling rubbing and causing a cut, which constantly tried to repair itself (Because I’m obviously super human). The unfortunate thing is it couldn’t so it did the next best thing, it grew a penis. So sadly my tongue had to be castrated. The specialist seemed to think the recovery would be slim to none, I would be fine after. He has obviously never had someone hack off a piece of his tongue, stitch it up and then cauterize it. I think his idea of recovery and mine differ slightly!

Now I’m on antibiotics, Tylenol 3’s and anti inflammatory meds, which makes my stomach hurt and me want to spew, so I’m also on Gravol. Talk about clean living, I must have lost at least 2 ounces off my tongue this week, so maybe this really is working.

A quick question for you, do you think pork rinds could be considered clean living? Probably not, but since I can’t swallow anyway, I doubt it matters. But I’m still sexy, especially since I can’t stop drooling.

So until another day without the pleasant glow of medications blurring my mind and causing me to hallucinate, bye bye