You Know You've Had Gastric Bypass Surgery When...

*”I have a date” does not mean you're going out.
*You have baby food in the house and no baby.
* "I'm a loser" is a good thing.
* All of your silverware says Gerber.
* "Welcome to the other side" doesn't include death.
* New clothes fall off in a week.
* You get excited about hand me downs.
* The scale at Wal-Mart no longer says "one at a time please".
* Going bald and getting wrinkles is a good thing.
*Instead of ordering a soft drink you say, "Just water for me, please".
* Hitting the "Century Mark" is actually a good thing.
* You can be touched by an angel and still not be considered crazy.
* When your rear end no longer looks like a mudslide.
* When you get excited that your incision was "only 4 inches".
* When the word lap has nothing to do with a strip club.
* Other women are calling you names behind your back.
* When you are glared at in the plus size department because you don't "belong there".
* When you really don't have a thing to wear.
* You have to prove you are the person on your driver’s license.
* You start being in the pictures not behind the camera.
* You want to hug everyone fat and hand them your surgeon's card.
* You are never parted from a bottle of water.
* When you order a doggy bag at the same time as your meal.
* Being “too small for your britches.”
* When the only way your nipples are where they belong is to roll them up,
position them with your bra and secure with a ponytail holder.
* When you go pick up your child at school and all the other kids say WOW you're mom is hot.
* When you go to the mall and take the first available space instead of circling 20 minutes for one closer to the door.
* You truly are a "cheap date".
* When one drink makes you flipping woozy!
* When you run to the door and don't hear a flapping sound.
* You flip your shirt to show complete strangers your scar.
* Vitamins feel like a meal.
* You go from a 56DDDD to 32AAA in a year and didn't have a breast reduction.
* You've just lost 100 lbs and run into a high school friend who asks "did you change your hair?"
* You can cross your legs... both of them.
* Instead of a Wonder Bra you need a Wonder Where They Went Bra.
* When your obsession from food turns to your scale.
* They no longer call 911 for the Jaws of Life to extricate you from a turnstile.
* No more velcro shoes.
* "Checking for leaks" no longer includes your panties.
* When your stairmaster is no longer used for drying your fine washables.
* Your mother says "You don't eat enough."
* When your doctor looks you in the eye and says "I know you will have success with this."
* Having sex your husband complains that your hip bones are poking him.
* You can wear corderoy pants without igniting a fire.
* When you wave and your upper arms wave back.
* You safety pin your underwear.
* Someone phones and thinks your husband is sneaking around with some skinny mistress.
* You cannot blame the cat for shedding.
* You cancel your Lane Bryant Credit Card.
* 3 Lean Cuisines a week and that's your total grocery purchase.
* The kids wonder what happened to the cake and cookie god…did he die???

Please vote on my poll on the side of my blog. It's important to know your opinion!

Please!

Bama No. 2 in AP poll

Saturday night, Alabama played #3 ranked Georgia and won. The second half was not awe-inspiring, but because the first half was, we maintained the lead and won. We are only surpassed by Oklahoma in the #1 spot. LSU is #3 and we play them in a couple of weeks or so, but this week we play unranked KY. I am fired up and very proud of my favorite team, the football players, coaching staff and Nick Saban "our" coach. ROLLLLLLLL TIDE!!!!!!!!

I am in mourning...

for Paul Newman, one of the most beloved actors ever. I loved his "crinkley" blue eyes. I loved listening to his raspy voice. When I was young I daydreamed what it would be like to kiss his full, lush lips. Did I mention, I had a big huge crush on him.

I loved the movies, "Cool Hand Luke, Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid and The Sting." I try to use the phrase "What we have here is a failure to communicate" from "Cool Hand Luke," as much as I can in regular conversation. When I found out that he and Joanne Woodward were married in real life "The Long Hot Summer" became another one of my favorites, how cool!. I always bought, Newman's Own.

It's a shame that he got cancer. I mourn the loss of one of my beloved "movie stars." I am praying for his wife and family and all of you who loved him too.

I made baked lemon pepper chicken for me and fried chicken for Eddie

but I forgot to take photos.

It was so good tasting. Eddie ate all of his and was very appreciative of my efforts.

We are having fried okra tomorrow.

I work OT tomorrow and then tomorrow night is the next big game for AL, we play GA at GA.

Picture taken Aug. 23rd

Me and my daughter at my great nephew's birthday party.

Definitions of Happenstance (see previous blog)

3 dictionary results for happenstance

hap·pen·stance [hap-uhn-stans] –noun

a chance happening or event.
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hap·pen·stance (hāp'ən-stāns') n.

A chance circumstance: "Marriage loomed only as an outgrowth of happenstance; you met a person". [happen + (circum)stance.]
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happenstance -noun

an event that might have been arranged although it was really accidental [syn: coincidence]

Headaches, Heartache, and Happenstance

It just so happens that I have woken up with another bummer of a headache this morning. I don't know why unless I am gritting my teeth in my sleep. I am going to have to talk with my dentist or GP about this issue because it is happening quite regularly. And I don't like headaches. I took two ES Tylenol and am thinking I am gonna have to take two more before it will subside.

As I mentioned early in the week, my youngest brother was told he had a heart attack and then told he did not. So ER doctor make up your mind. Don't tell someone they had a heart attack if they in fact did not, you might scare them into having one for real. I am so thankful that they are saying now that it does not look like he had one. It may be his gall bladder, it may be a stomach ulcer, it may be esophageal spasm, etc., but at this point in time, they don't think it was a heart attack.

Happenstance, I love that word. I wish I knew what it meant. I think it means whatever is going to happen is going to happen no matter what you try to do to change the situation. My whole life is happenstance. It comes at me with such force sometimes I feel blown away. Luckily, I have found that I am able to withstand the winds of change and happenstance. I feel fortunate to have made it to 51 years old and consider myself more wisened by time and circumstance (happenstance). What the heck does that mean, I am gonna have to go look the word up now. I hate it when I do that. I will be back and let you know the true definition of "happenstance" later.

100 things that make me feel warm and fuzzy inside (not in any kind of order):

1. Snuggling with Eddie
2. Hot Cocoa
3. Puppies, Kittens, etc.
4. Babies that smell like baby powder and baby lotion
5. clean sheets
6. Rain
7. accomplishing my goals
8. Saving Grace
9. Fall
10. fried okra, sliced tomatoes, corn on the cob and cornbread
11. the smell and taste of my momma’s homemade ole fashioned fudge
12. My dogs
13. popcorn
14. family at Christmas opening all their presents
15. the smell of fresh cut grass
16. reading
17. sentimental cards
18. poetry
19. hot showers on cold days
20. The State Fair
21. children laughing
22. the sound of autumn leaves crunching underfoot
23. the wind blowing through the trees
24. clouds
25. burrowing under the covers
26. the taste of water when I am really thirsty
27. grilled steak
28. the smell of gun powder
29. shooting a bulls eye
30. Sleeping in
31. Alabama winning in college football
32. Chilly nights
33. Romantic comedies
34. the taste of watermelon
35. My daughter telling me she loves me
36. giving parties
37. Laughing till it hurts
38. scrap booking
39. making bead jewelry
40. taking photos
41. Granny Smith apples
42. Cheerios
43. open French doors
44. Family
45. tree foliage
46. Eddie’s brown eyes
47. Curling up on the couch watching movies
48. sitting in my screened in gazebo
49. listening to the crickets and cicadas at night
50. lightening bugs
51. Friends
52. having money in savings
53. the smell of leather
54. Shalimar perfume
55. riding in a convertible
56. horse back riding
57. Star gazing
58. looking at a full moon
59. swimming
60. floating down the river on my pontoon boat
61. blank paper and pen
62. birds singing
63. flowers blooming
64. sweet old people
65. peanut butter and grape jelly sandwiches
66. naps
67. Old houses
68. hugs
69. riding on my four-wheeler
70. iced oatmeal raisin bars
71. kisses
72. memories of my momma
73. Drive in movies
74. climbing trees
75. crunching ice from Jim & Nick’s
76. Being in love
77. ICBY frozen yogurt
78. dancing
79. roller skating
80. blogging
81. Cooking
82. getting into a smaller size clothing
83. a clean house
84. Libraries
85. old books
86. Paul Newman’s crinkly blue eyes
87. old photos
88. Music
89. getting cards/emails from family and friends
90. sunshine
91. going barefoot
92. frozen strawberry margaritas
93. receiving handmade unexpected gifts
94. romantic dinners for two
95. Candlelight
96. two people bonfires (just me and Eddie) in our backyard
97. the feel of my teeth just after having them cleaned
98. winding roads through the mountains
99. watching the squirrels/chipmunks/hummingbirds
100. walking in the woods

Another meme...

Where were you 10 years ago?
Living very unhappily with my ex and trying to raise my at the time 13 year old daughter.

What is on today's To Do List?
work, laundry, grilling hamburgers

What would you do if you were a billionaire?
retire and move to Wyoming and read everything

Name 5 places you have lived:
San Antonio, TX; Benton, KY; Center Point, AL; Hoover, AL; and my present residence in lower Alabama

Name 3 of your bad habits:
cussing; being pig-headed; speeding

What are your favorite snacks?
now fruit and low fat, no sugar added fudgsicles

Who will you tag for this meme?
Renee
Aleta

Peas Porridge Hot

Peas porridge hot; peas porridge cold; peas porridge in the pot; nine days old.

Bless our pea-pickin' hearts, we have been picking and shelling and eating peas for a while now.

We have put up about 32 quarts of peas.

The Power of Prayer...

Thanks for all your prayers.

As of this morning his nuclear stress test was good. The doctor said that they are ruling out a heart attack at this time. He is to have more testing as to find out what he did have. They have put him on hypertensive medication and Nexium.

My oldest brother has severe esophageal spasms, which he thinks is what my youngest brother had. My next to oldest brother has had heart attacks, coronary artery bypass grafting with stents, and severe esophageal spasms. So that may be what the younger had. My family history on my dad's side is really a minefield for GERD. We all take "The Purple Pill" daily. So I guess my youngest brother has grown up enough to join the older siblings in taking the meds too. Our family is also a minefield for heart problems too, so I was really concerned.

Thanks again for all your prayers, as I breathe a big sigh of relief.

My family needs your prayers...

My younger brother (age 39) was told he most likely had a heart attack last night. He is in the hospital having tests run and he will have a stress test performed in the morning. Please pray that he will be alright. He has four children less than 13 years of age and he needs to be in good health to help his spouse take care of them.

Thanks for all your prayers.

Past the Age of Reason...Ole' Coots and Geezers

Went to the grocery store yesterday after work and was standing in the check out line with steaks. A guy with looks which crossed between James Coburn and Jason Robards, not real greatlooking, but not too ugly, was in line behind me. He asked me when will the steaks be ready so he'll know when to come over. I told him as soon as my husband gets them ready. That didn't phase him at all. He then gets his ATM card out of his wallet and leans in real close and whispers, this here card will take you and I anywhere you want to go. I asked, anywhere? He said anywhere you want to go. I said I don't think you would want to go where I want to go. He said he would go anywhere I wanted to go. By that time the cashier was doubled over laughing at the antics of this masher. I said the only place I want to go is straight into the arms of my loving husband, but that they wouldn't feel so loving with the very large fists at the end of them pummelling you about the face. He said you don't understand I became a millionaire just a little less than 20 days ago. I ended the coversation with Bully for you!

I cannot imagine that this man thought that money talks. Well I have news for him Money may talk, but not pillow talk and especially not for me. He was actually trying to see if he could talk him some up. I was amazed at the gall this man had in the middle of a grocery store check out line.

I guess I have waited too late in life to lose my extra weight and now that I have the only guys hitting on me are 50 or above and really just creep me out. Where are the young hunks, why aren't they around to flirt? Not that I want one, but it would be nice to be flirted with. I am now past the age of reason and only attract ole' coots and geezers.

My Great Aunt Gladys and Cello perfume

My Great Aunt Gladys always bought her "Cello" perfume from the big department stores around town, such as Rich's; Parisian's; etc. When she went in the nursing home, she asked momma to pick up some for her. Momma searched all around town for it. Aunt Gladys got a little irritated at her and said, "I've never had a problem finding it." "What's wrong with you?"

So momma, searched with renewed fervor to find the ever elusive perfume. She went to every department store and they all said, "No such thing." They told her to find out more information about the perfume from the aunt. Momma came back and asked Aunt Gladys who made this perfume. She didn't have a clue. Momma then asked her how do you spell the name of the perfume. Aunt Gladys replied, "Even an idiot knows how to spell Cello...C - H - L - O - E!!!!!" My momma about fell out of her chair. That was just one of the many funny things my Great Aunt said and did.

Will share some more later...

Here's a Mommy Meme for you

First instruction: Post a pic of you and your kids.

The pic above is the last photo I had taken with my daughter. We definitely need an updated pic of the both of us, cause this is how we look now.


1. How many children do you have?
Just the one daughter

2. What are their ages?
She is 22 soon to be 23

3. What time of day do you start your day?
Usually between 5:00 and 6:00a.m.

4. What do you eat for breakfast?
Dry Cheerios and a small peeled Granny Smith Apple

5. Do they watch TV?
She has always liked to watch movies. When she was very little she would watch The Wizard of Oz, when it would go off she would point at the T.V. and say Oz, Oz, Oz, over and over again until I would start it back up again.

6. What are their favorite activities?
Reading and watching House

7. Do you get a break during the day from them?
Since she lives in another town, I think I get too much of a break from her. I wish she lived closer.

8. How do you end your day?
Reading, talking with Eddie, just pretty much winding down until I fall asleep

9. What is your best parenting advice or tip?
Spoiling your child will come back to haunt you in the teen years.

"Memories from My Momma" on the 76th anniversary of her birth. Happy Birthday Momma! (September 13th)

My momma told me this story about when she was a little girl.

When she was only four or five years old, she was sitting on the glider on her front porch one day and decided she needed something to do. So she went around to the shed at the side of the house and got out the hoe. She thought she would dig up some weeds that had sprouted up around the front sidewalk and that would be a good help to her mother. As she was at her task, she innocently started singing to herself, "I'm a Hoe-er, I'm a Hoe-er, la dum, da dum, da di." My momma was so happy just a hoe-ing and singing, that she never did see the whirlwind that was my grandmother swoop down on her and beat the living tar out of her so hard that she couldn't sit down for at least a week.

My momma told me that it took her about 10 years to understand why her mother whipped her so hard for singing that song. When she did, she said she had a good laugh about it.

I can just see my momma in the front yard now, digging and singing away.

Happy Birthday to you Momma. I know you are in heaven singing and a-gardening with your hoe.

Which of the Five Senses are You? I am the Sense of Touch!

You are the Sense of Touch

You are a highly sensitive and easily moved person. You love to get as close to other people as possible. Human connection is very important to you. You are also likely to be an animal lover who loves animals as much as humans. In fact, you like almost anything soft! You have expensive taste in clothes and furniture. It's all about the fabric.

Which of the Five Senses Are You?

September Blooms...

Canna Lilies

Crepe Myrtle

Angel Trumpet


Spider Lilies

Mandevilla

Who knew?

Who knew I looked just like Drew Barrymore? Funny, funny!

Which celebrity do you look most like?

I think my hubby looks most like Captain Kangaroo. He is my sexy Captain Kangaroo. Well, at least he doesn't look like Captain Crunch.

Bad day at Black Rock

Here I am nursing a very sick headache. I have taken Tylenol, but it hasn't done a dadblurned darn thing to relieve it. I have been fighting this thing since I woke up. For some reason I was gritting my teeth in my sleep last night cause my jaws are sore. I may have to buy one of those mouth inserts if this keeps up. I wonder if it has anything to do with me taking the Ambien. I wouldn't think so cause I have been taking that for a good while. Maybe it has something to do with the weight loss, but I find that unlikely as well. Why would it have started up now? Lights make it worse, but I really don't think it's a migraine, but what do I know. I just know I have had a very bad day.

Hummingbird photos

Another lazy Sunday

I swept off the deck. I cut my two dog's hair and was going to wash them, but that will have to wait for another day. I went to Wal-Mart and poked around with Eddie in the store for a while. We bought a couple of things and then came home. We watched "Untraceable" with Diane Lane. She is such a good actress. I love to watch her and my favorite is "Must Love Dogs" and "Lonesome Dove," but this is a good one too, in my opinion any way. I was yelling (rooting) for her at the end. I took pictures of the hummingbirds. I read some of my current book. I played Solitaire on the computer. I surfed the Internet and blogged. I took a long nice hot shower and am feeling down right comfy in my oversized big flouncy mexican style peasant dress. Wouldn't you like to get a gander of me in that? Not going to happen, thank you very much! I am going to make grilled hamburger patties and salad for supper. Then I will turn in and hopefully get a good night's rest. All in all, a really nice lazy Sunday.

Speed Demon

I got a speed warning this afternoon.

A woman from Indiana who did not know where she was going (she was obviously lost), came off the interstate ramp in front of me. She was on the cell phone and going about 10 miles an hour. She sat at the stop sign at the end of the interstate ramp for what seemed like an eternity and then decided to turn the same way I was going (how typical, just my luck).

I thought she was just going over the overpass and turn back onto the interstate, but no, I'm not that lucky. She goes less than 1/2 mile and stops dead in the middle of the two lane road, by that time I am furious, throwing my hands up in the air, and I speed around her gunning the engine to let her know how mad I am.

As I am driving up the road I notice a car flying up behind Indiana and around her and then he turns his lights and siren on coming right for me. The State Trooper had been sitting in the driveway of a stockyard (why wasn't he on the interstate catching some of the speeders headed back to Louisiana, that had been flying up my a** earlier), but anyways, he stops me and says, "I clocked you going 68 in a 55. Is there any reason why you should be in such a hurry?"

I answered, "Certainly sir, if you were sitting in the Stockyard parking lot then you saw that Indiana was going only 35 in a 55 and then stopped dead in the road in front of me. I got irritated and punched it to get around her to get home." He asked to see my drivers license and proof of insurance.

Now wouldn't you know I didn't have my current insurance card on me, just the latest expired one. He took those back to his vehicle to check and see if I was a felon or whatever. He came back with a warning speeding ticket and a ticket for expired insurance. In a few days if I call in and send them my current proof of insurance, I will not be charged a fine.

If he had given me a speeding ticket, I probably would have went to court to argue my case. That is so irresponsible of Indiana to be on the phone and stop in the middle of the road, but Mr. ST stops me to give me a ticket because I'm the one being reckless.

I just need to slow my horses down. Speed demon rides again.

Just a short post...

I had to go into the office today. Thursdays and Fridays are my days to go in.

One of the "POMPS" (who will be nameless), asked for me specifically to write a case, then wouldn't leave me alone long enough to write the darn thing. He kept coming in my office to see if I was doing it the way he wanted it done. I finally asked him to leave me to it so I could see if I could do it the way he had been telling me to do. You see it was a 900 day old case and we are trying to get those out of the office quickly, and if he would have left me to it, I might have gotten it done in half the time. He seems very satisfied with my work performance and usually asks for me to do his cases, and he is very picky so that seems like a good thing regarding the quality of my work, but because he is so picky he has to nitpick every little thing. It gets very aggravating. Anyway I got it done and hopefully he can sign it and send it on tomorrow and things will be back to semi-normal.

Hope all of you had a good day.

I Love Poetry...

I love writing poems. If you have read through my older posts then you have seen some of my original poetry, even a few Haiku's interspersed every now and then.

I also love reading poetry. Here are a couple of my favorites:

an exerpt from Splendor in the Grass by William Wordsworth

What though the radiance which was once so bright,
Be now forever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.

Funeral Blues by W.H. Auden

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message, He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, My East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever. I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now, put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Do away with the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

After typing these two poems, I realized how morose I can be. LOL So how about leaving me one of your favorite poems, whether you wrote it or not (make it short, maybe an exerpt). I'd like to know what poem is your favorite. Please keep it decent, don't make me have to monitor and edit. Be nice.

Oh Crikeys! Drats, Drats, Double Drats!

I remembered I have to go to the dentist today.

It is just for a semi-annual teeth cleaning, but (shudder) I have to listen to Dr. Doom in the next room with his drill digging away at someone else's teeth just the same. I hate the sound of the drill and the smell of excavated, hot powdered teeth enamel. I have nightmares about the dentist.

If I am not highly intoxicated on laughing gas, when the denitst comes in the room, I curl up into a tight ball balancing precariously at the head of the chair as far away from Dr. Dread as I can possibly get. And I am not exxagerating. I cannot stand the dentist. All of them are my sworn mortal enemies.

When I was young, my dentist, Dr. Frankenstein, would hum "Old McDonald had a Farm" as he drilled on my teeth. With every pulse of the drill he would sing E - I - E - I - O. Was he totally insane? I hate that song, really I do.

Every macbre and sinister evil you can think of is how I feel about the dentist. Even the hygienist is not "hygh" on my list either. She picks and scrapes with those needle-like torture instruments, clawing away at my sensitive pink, innocent gums, saying open wider. And I swear every time I go in there, she accidentally (on purpose) sprays my face with water. EVERY TIME! What did I ever do to her?

Then, if that's not bad enough, they try and rob you as you go out. The clerk/receptionist should wear a bandana over her lower face, black cowboy hat and holster with a gun, because it's highway robbery every time you visit. Luckily, I have good dental insurance coverage, but it's still a crime what they charge. I say they should have to pay me for the priviledge of digging in my mouth.

I ought to just go ahead and "Bite the Bullet," get false teeth and quit worrying about all the pain, but people have told me that is no "picnic" either. So you're darned if you do, and darned if you don't. Either way they have got you over a barrel, and you can't get away from the likes of Dr. Pain, not if you want a pretty smile, that is.

Wish me luck. I cringe to think what I will do if he says I have to come back because I have a cavity. Most of my teeth have crowns already, so where could I possibly have a cavity?, but if I know Dr. Death, he will find a way to have me re-visit to inflict more pain.

Can't you see the pure terror in my eyes? Oh my, what am I gonna do?

Splenda-sweetened, decaffienated tea is just tea-flavored caramel colored water to me!

I mentioned sweet tea in my yesterday's blog. My mom made the best iced sweet tea.
I could drink gallons of it and it never seemed to make me hyper or keep me awake when I was younger.
I have been reminiscing about it for the past few hours since my last post, so I made me some, but post-GBS, my doctor recommended (demanded)
that I drink no caffiene. Therefore, I made Splenda-sweetened, decaffienated tea. Since I can't have carbonated drinks and I can't have sugars, the Splenda tea is my only source of liquid other than water,
but now that I think about it, it's just like my water, only tastes different.

Here is my whine for the day; I miss milk,
I miss orange Hi-C,
I miss Icee's/Slushies,
and I miss Coke,
but notice I didn't say I miss the whine.

We are having Grilled Hot Dogs and Hamburgers to celebrate Labor Day

My family used to get together for every holiday imaginable and our cookouts for Memorial Day, Fourth of July and Labor Day were "world" renowned. At least "my world" that is. My dad could grill the best BBQ pork chops ever and my mom's potato salad and baked beans were to die for. The BBQ bread was toasted to perfection and even now, just thinking about it makes my mouth water. Sweet tea and banana pudding or homemade ice cream, can't you hear my lips smacking from way over here!!!

If I could eat potatoes without getting sick, we would make some potato salad, but that is one of the food items that had to go after surgery, plus it's fattening. Cheese and milk are some of the other foods I had to give up, they tend to make my heart race and my stomach feel awful queasy.

But I think I am gonna have me a real "red meat" burger! Not the Bocca soy burger I usually eat. I may not lose any weight this week, but hey it's a holiday. I should though because of all the exercise I got today picking up sticks in the yard, see the previous post pics. Whew, I plum tuckered myself out.

The last 26 pounds are gonna be hard to lose, but I am gonna do my darnedest to make it happen. Wish me luck reaching my goal. I might post some update pics of myself in the next couple of days, if I can get Eddie to take some, it's like pulling teeth with him to do so.

Labor Day...

This was my labor for the day...

I picked up pecan tree limbs from the yard post-TS Fay. You know what I got for my trouble? A heat rash and ant bites. Sheesh!



The only labor that was worse was when I gave birth to Shannon (on Pitossin for over 14 hours with no pain meds and then had to have a C-section anyways).

I don't mind working at my job at all compared to these other things.