Yes, on Saturday. Morning. It's going to completely jack up our little routine of working out followed by breakfast at La Madeleine.
I am so, so, so ready for this to be better. For the most part I don't feel bad, but I don't feel good. My poor innards are a mess. I still can't eat much. I'm just not interested. Ryan suggested beef (Beeeve) the other night and I was like, "Eh." He was like, "Are you OKAY?!?" Sigh. And don't get me started on when the cramping strikes during class. It's torture sitting there in pain.
Also, I feel like I'm on an upswing. Not in a pleasurable way. Just in a dizzy, disoriented, revved up and irritable way. In a waking up at 3:30 in the morning for no good reason way.
I just want to know one way or another what I'm going to take and how much. Yeah, I'm holding my breath for that one. Sometimes this really sucks.