Fresh, Hot Wastes of Time

Do not read this entry if you’re eating.

Remember when I said that my boob was making sloshing noises? Well today I lay down on the floor of the office to try to convince the baby to take a nap with me. Hub came home and saw me there and told me to go up and sleep in a real bed. I stood up and noticed a huge red puddle on the floor. And my shirt. Horrified, I ran upstairs to see what the deal was (leaving a trail behind me like a wounded animal). I had sprung a major leak. My boob’s not sloshing anymore. Between all my bloody clothes and the floor, it looked like someone had commited a murder in the house.

I had my doctor paged and he called me back and said everything was ok and apologized profusely for this happening, like he was somehow responsible. He said he planned to take care of the extra fluid in my office visit tomorrow (think big needles). He’s such a nice guy, I really like him.

I have had gross things happen with my body before. Once I bent over and saltwater inexplicably gushed out of my nose. Once I coughed and a pellet came out. Recently I pulled out a stitch that had been there for 10 years. I have to say that this was the topper.

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