I Feel GREAT!

This morning I woke up and I felt...well...strange.

I lay there for a moment and ran a quick body inventory.

Toes? Wriggle Wriggle. Oh, stuck in the sheets. Let me move my legs and get them unstuck. Eyup, the legs work.

Oh, I feel a cat moment coming on...stretch the back...ohhhh that feels soooo good. My back is working...why do I still feel strange?

I reach my arms up over my head and continue my stretch, spreading my fingers out one by one...completely enjoying the sensation of new circulation spreading from the tips of my fingers to my shoulders and connecting with the same sensation running up my spine.

What is this strange strange feeling though? I cannot place it.

I snuggle into Chris for a moment and give him instructions. I start to ask "will you make coffee while I shower?" but I stop because I suddenly remember that he has plans to visit the lab to having a fasting blood draw - something I think is absolutely stupid for about 12,000 reasons - all of which I listed in detail yesterday during a fight which involved every one of my personal demons and, because I am me, also involved me pulling out a few of his own and parading them in front of him.

But it is not yesterday. It is a NEW day. And I am feeling strange but can't place it. So instead I say "We will take my daughter to school, than you will drop me off at work, get your errands done, and then you will go to Starbucks and you will bring me a Venti Mocha Latte Breve" which is my favorite coffee drink in the entire world and is essentially the long name for one big fat calorie in a cup. I can feel his mouth curl up against my neck as he grins and asks me to write it down.


Feeling strange still, I swing my legs over the edge and in a few quick strides I'm in the hallway, knocking on my daughter's door, waking her up. "Sweetie" I call "It's time to get up."

"Okay mom, I'm up" her sleepy child's voice sings back to me.

"I love you"

I head back to the bedroom, finish the last bit of bedmaking, and head into the bathroom to shower. Under the steamy hot spray I am still feeling very strange.

Very strange indeed.

And then it hits me. I identify it. Standing there in wonder I realize that for the first time in weeks I am not feeling queasy vaguely green with nausea. Not in the least little bit. In fact, other than still being tired because I really am not the world's best sleeper, I feel pretty darn good.

I do my hair, put my makeup on and now I'm almost giddy with joy. Giddy I would be, in fact, if I weren't STILL tired and if I had coffee in my hands. I am filled with wonderous amazement because physically I feel pretty darn good.

Just before Chris drops me off I say to him "I am not nauseaus, not in the least little bit and you know what I haven't taken in two days?"

"Prilosec" he answers, not missing even a beat.

"Right!" and then I hop out of the car and dash up the steps into the building and up to my office.

And here I sit, working on project financials and waiting for him to bring me my coffee while I revel in the fact that I feel GREAT. I've decided to completely ignore the doctor's orders and listen to my body, which while on the double doses of prilosec craved tomatoes, salads with vinegars, and soda (which I rarely drink.)

What do those things have in common?

They are all acidic and they are all that I've wanted for a week now.

The doctors essentially ordered an approach that shut down all acid production in my stomach. Prior to that they'd been minimizing it with once daily prilosec. I don't have a gallbladder thanks to the gallbladder soccer game my daughter played the entire time I was pregnant with her and as a result I don't produce all the digestive juices we were built to produce.

In my heart I knew what they were telling me didn't make sense. I knew it but instead I listened to them anyway. I trusted them more than I trusted myself.

Until the weekend when I finally said "there has to be a reason I'm craving this stuff" and I went back to my once a day prilosec. And then last night, instead of taking my daily dose I said "no" and this morning...I feel strange.

Because I feel GREAT!

I am on my second bottle of water, happily rehydrating my body...which I've had trouble with over the past few weeks because of the nausea...and I'm enjoying the orange I've flavored it with. Two bottles of water before 9:30 in the morning..amazing. Oh, and my coffee has arrived!


It's going to be a fine day indeed....


NL