The Seven Year Streak is Broken... Sunday, September 1

The secret is out... I am sick. Well, I was sick as in I wasn't feeling peachy on Friday and then yesterday it hit me like a ton of bricks but tonight I am so much better, well compared to yesterday... [enter a "knock on wood comment" because I just found out I am supposed to be all anti-milk right now but that's all I have been drinking today.]

I've always prided my great health and the fact that I never get sick but low and behold my 7yr streak is over. Sure, I've had a few headaches and a couple of tummy aches -- hello "self-kill street chicken" in 2011 -- but nothing that a little nap or some extra water intake couldn't solve.

24 toilet visits, averaging 10 mins a visit = 240 mins... 4 hours.

In the last day I have spent four hours on the royal throne, pretty much pooping out everything and anything I have eaten in what feels like the last century!!!  Snickers has officially learned the labeling of "bathroom duties".  He know knows what "number 1" and "number 2" means (and is strangely highly amused by them, but yesterday he learnt "number 3" and has been using and abusing it.  He called me a "Number 3 Terrorist"... that's not very lovingly of him.

Yesterday was my only day off and I wasted it flopped out on the couch with nothing but a towel draped on me.  There was no point wearing clothes because I've gone totally Korean with insisting on showering after doing "number 2", well in this case it was a "number 3", so no sooner did I dry off but it was back to the royal throne for this Polack. 

I was supposed to work today but was forced to take today off after I almost literally pooped my pants. Laugh as you may but a 33 yr old almost pooping her pants is just pure gross and too much info, right?! Right.  So while Snickers worked at the boxing club I laid on the bed curled up in what Snickers calls the "dying baby position" with a towel on top of me and my four-legged babies by my side.  They were super happy to have me all day and all to their self. They were super happy too that I let them come into our bedroom -- a once in a while treat that is slowly but surely becoming more of a frequent thing. I, on the other hand, was not a happy girl and my attempt at sleeping through it failed because whatever was going on with my body was making a racket and keeping me up.