let's not get loud

I slept through the dark this morning. I don't do that much. I can't do it five days a week, else I'd be really late for work. But even on the weekends, I usually have a few awakenings before the sun's up. Not today. I didn't open my eyes until 7. What a delight.

Though it may be due to complete exhaustion. And all the crying. Last night, c. 7:30, I started having horrible terrible evil gnawing stomach ulcer hate pain. I looked up online how to make it go away with common household items (because damned if I had been able to find the healing power of liquid Maalox anywhere in two years), and all the sites told me was that it was my own fault. Excessive use of NSAIDs gave you that ulcer, and now you pay. Ugh. Please. I wasn't taking handfuls of asprin and Advil back in the day for kicks. I was taking them because I had a cracked molar and various other dental ailments, plus shame and no insurance. It was handfuls of NSAIDs or handfuls of don't-wake-up-anymore pills. And if you don't get that, you've never had a real toothache, I assure you.

So I had to cry and cry. I feel like web sites should say, "We are sorry you feel bad. Here is to help you." Instead of, "Way you break yourself, smartie."

So this morning I got up and went to the drugstore where not only did they have a gorgeous selection of liquid antacids (thank you, Eckerd) but also even the store brand. Now I have a huge bottle of cooling mint Fakelox in the fridge. I've downed a ton of it (plus a PretendCid AC) and still don't feel much better, but it's so relieving to know it's there.

Anyway, I blame the laundry and work for making it hurt so much again. For while stress cannot cause an ulcer (only you can, with your stupid pill-popping, Jane), I know that it can make it so angry. Wah.

If you'd sick of reading me whine about my pain, check out Pink Elephants' delightful NaBloPoMo randomizer for something much better. Sometimes.