In which my boobs stop hurting and everything else starts.

I woke up one minute before Brett’s alarm went off at 4:26. I’d only been asleep since midnight, so I wasn’t at all pleased that I was awake. Brett got up and did his morning thing and left for work at 5:30.

I was lying in bed, tired, but still awake. Couldn’t get back to sleep.

Then I got cramps from hell.

I got up after the sun was up and drank a quart of water with my breakfast of ibuprofin. Shuffled around like an old lady, got dressed, brushed my hair. Laid on the couch with my hands pressed to my belly.

I hate cramps. I don’t get them often, but when I do they’re debilitating. I can’t stand up they’re so bad. It’s like someone’s stabbing me in the gut with a dull knife every few seconds.

I fell asleep around 8 o’clock, I think. Sometime right before I should have left for work.

When I woke up at noon-something, feeling muzzy and disoriented, the ibuprofin had kicked in but I was obviously several hours late to work. I emailed Buzzdoctor that I was on my way and drove to town.

Sometimes, I’m just totally fucking useless.

In other news, Meathead snagged an entire pizza off the kitchen counter yesterday, and ate not only the pizza itself but most of the tea towel it had been resting under.