First, I would like to kick off this post by saying …
Sea-Bands rock nausea’s socks off!
Yeah, take that, nausea. On a whim, I decided to scour the CVS shelves at lunch today to see what anti-nausea products I could find. As my death cold got downgraded to a cold this morning, my nausea kicked it up a notch (or two, or three …) to constant and disturbing. What I found were Sea-Bands, which came in at nearly $10. At this point, desperate beyond belief, I was ready to try anything. What the heck. My friends, the 10.5 hours that’ve followed have been sheer bliss! While I’m not 100%, I’ve gone from about 50% me to around 75-80%. I can so live with that! I’m singing in the car again! I’m laughing to myself again! And I am once again being kind, happy and bubbly! This is the real me! Now they look like wrist sweatbands – like I belong at the gym, going full force on the treadmill. I don’t care! I wear Sea-Bands and I wear them proudly! Yes!
P.S. – The ultimate success came when I logged on to write this crazy post and checked my e-mail. I had posted about the Sea-Bands on a pregnancy discussion board, and got an e-mail that someone posted a reply. I couldn’t be happier to read that someone tried them because of my post and loves them as much as I do! It’s so funny; when I first read it, I thought it was me – her writing style is exactly like mine (Scary, I know!)! I thought it was my post! Yay – I helped another nausea victim! I love it! You’re so welcome!
So Tuesday is class night. I got out of class about an hour early – yippee! It was raining earlier, but once I left the building, all that’s left was some serious fog. I climbed into my car and remembered … I now have fog lights! Yes! I used them for a good bit of the drive home, and it was so sweet!
Okay, so on my way home, I remembered that there’s a Wendy’s on the way. Oh no! Given that I had cereal for dinner, and this is my first day of feeling good again, it’s okay. I went through the drive-thru and ordered a chicken nugget kid’s meal. Yum! All’s well; I’m given the correct order and everything is great. As I near the end of my meal, however, I realize that I’ve been ripped off. Where’s my toy? I’m not sad for myself (Although I WOULD have liked to at least try it out!), but for my nephews. I’m sad because the toys at Wendy’s ROCK right now. Hello, people … they’re Hasbro throw-back games! We’re talkin’ Barrel of Monkeys, Battleship, Chutes & Ladders, Candy Land, and Cootie! (I have to admit; I might have had to keep Cootie for myself. Sorry, boys!) No, you should NOT be ordering your value meals. It’s so worth a kid’s meal, my friends!
Now I know that I have no child in the car, although I doubt they could tell because my windows are tinted. Here’s what they must have been thinking, “Lady, we know you’re not feeding a child, but the child in your stomach, so we’re not giving your unborn child a toy.” Kiss my grits. As I approach home, the thought occurred to me … maybe I ate it! This is the first time in almost 2 weeks that I’ve actually felt like eating. What if, in my overly ambitious frenzy to get good tasting food down my throat, I ate the daggone toy?!
Between the bands, fog and mayhem at Wendy’s, I’m not sure about some of the details of tonight! Everything’s a little … foggy! Aah ha ha!