Ho.

Ho.

HO!

I had thought that anuses are supposed to be able to tell the difference between air and, uh, stuff that isn't air. I will say no more on the subject, other than it isn't true, as I found out early today. Luckily, before I left for work.

And I did go to work today, because the schedule was supposed to be light. Key word, there, well, three of them: "Supposed to be". Didn't work out that way, it seems that all of the doc's offices are closed, so the patients come in to the ER.

And we kept getting inpatient exams ordered, and a drainage procedure, and all sorts of other stuff.

I finally left about 15:00, but I got my eight hours in 'cause I did a no lunch.

I did a no lunch because I knew that anything that I ate would come right back up.

The diarrhea continued unabated throughout the day, and I have been forcing fluids to the best of my abilities.

In short, I feel like shit, and that has consumed my day and clouded my thinking and really made me consider that I need to think about what I'd do if I had to live my life feeling this way.

I'm sure that this is temporary, but, on the other hand, lots of people who think that they have a temporary illness keep on thinking that until they die from it.

Right now I don't really care. So in case, just in case, I die from it, I want you to all know that I love you. Not that you really care or anything, I just had to say it.

The festivities are due to start shortly, and I will probably be in bed.