Tuesday was NOT a good day.
I woke up feeling great. Went to the gym for weights, that was fine.
Then the day went downhill. Too many wasteful meetings. I got nothing accomplished at work. One person told me they needed 10-15 minutes of my time, they stole my whole afternoon 😦
Tried to schedule service for my car. That was a disaster. Why do they have to make things so flipping hard? I’ve been working on this with the dealership for a week. I really need it to be done this week. Next week is what is affectionately called “Hell Week”, so I can’t make plans to do anything at all. I am pretty much planning to live at work, even on the weekend. Fun?
Came home, ranted to Dan about my day, and cooked dinner (which was a sad effort). I started my taxes (i’ve never done them this late, but i’ve been so busy!). I ate a snack while I was crunching numbers.
I have no idea if it was dinner, stress, or my snack, but holy heck. I have never been in such pain in my life. I tried to go to bed. I lie there for 2 hours thinking my stomach very well may rip, that’s how intense the pressure from bloating was.
I got up and Dan offered to take me to the ER. I considered it, but he had a big day today and I didn’t want to ruin it for him (I didn’t tell him that). I walked the stairs and house trying to make it go away, I eventually went back to bed. Sometime around 3 am I fell asleep. I reset my alarm when it went off at 4:30, which did little to no good 😦
I am going nuts trying to figure out what the heck happened to cause such a reaction! I do not want to experience that again!