Baseball

I just need to post again because I am sick of the Red Sox winning.  They have taken my two teams down in the past two years, and and they're coming back for a friggin third win.  Tampa Bay better buck up and take game 7, or I'm gonna be mad.  On the other hand, Tampa Bay losing will be the only way that I will care about the World Series, so I guess there could be an up-side.

Lemonade

Since I've been having so many stomach problems lately, my chiropractor from Iowa suggested that I go on a cleansing diet to try to fix things.  Apparently she thinks that I am on my way to an ulcer, so a cleansing diet should help clean me out and heal some yucky things that are apparently going on in my digestive track.  

At first I was all for it.  I knew that my stomach has really been hurting, and I was a fan of making it better.  Then I found out what I had to do to be able to help it.  I have to drink this tea twice a day, and other than that, I can only drink this lemonade concoction.  Everything is organic that is in it, and it has cayenne pepper in it also.  That stuff is strong!  Anyway, it's kind of a bummer to not be able to eat solid foods, and I'm already sick of it (just finishing up day 2).  I'm not really sure how long I will go, but the aroma of solid foods really gets to ya.  I've also realized that I am a comfort eater, because when I felt pretty crappy today, I really wanted to eat something.  Sad, but true.  Anyway, I hope that the lemonade helps, cuz I'm already sick of it (I'm sure Jake is too-it definitely changes his eating habits also).  I have a good husband, but there really is only so much lemonade that a person can drink.

Blood and guts

I went to the hospital on Thursday night.  I thought it was really silly.  I had been experiencing some stomach pain in my lower right abdomen, and it got really bad after dinner that night.  As we got home, I threw up (sorry, had to mention!) and I felt a whole lot better.  I kind of assumed that I was fine after that, but a nurse that I talked to on the phone for advice told me that I should go in anyways to get checked (thinking about the possibility of appendicitis).  So of course we get there at like 9pm and didn't get to leave until 2am, and the doctor didn't find anything wrong.  Very silly trip.  

I did, however, find out on the trip that the idea I had been having about trying to get over my phobia is a pretty bad one.  I have this phobia of needles (I used to get sticked all the time in junior high and had a bad experience) and I thought it might be a good idea to donate plasma, using a flooding technique to get over my phobia.  However, when I was at the hospital, they made me give blood and it was awful.  I just have this problem giving blood because apparently my veins never want to do it.  He stuck me in my arm once and couldn't get enough, so he had to stick me in the hand.  I became more nauseous prior to/during the giving blood experience than I was when I came in to the hospital.  At least I learned that I'm never donating plasma.