It was spent mostly in bed, pucking all of my insides. And yesterday was the first time since Thursday that I actually got out of pajama pants and maybe even put some blush on.
And that's only because it was Easter.
And Jesus deserves it.
Today I'm due at the doctors to tell them about how surprised I am I do not have GASTRITIS (I'm really not), and that I'm thinking that these symptoms come when you are on your last days.AND THEY BETTER FREAKIN DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT.
Because, seriously, getting parts of my body removed is getting kind of old.