I seemed to have triple whammied myself. Sucker punched, knocked over and kicked myself when I was down. Slam, bam, wham and I was out. Or wish I was.

I’m not going to go into any detail here but it has to do with an apple (Cortland—first one in two years), RLS and more RLS. The first didn’t agree with my re-plumbed plumbing (swelled my abdomen until I couldn’t lay down, sit down or stand up—I floated instead), the second nearly jerked my surgery loose and the third hit my entire body in 3 rapid successive strikes which attempted to pull my back muscles from their moorings.

Shit.

So there I was, pregnant, nauseated and with a broken back that pain killers wouldn’t touch. That was yesterday. Today, after a night of keeping Herself awake as well as myself, I’m actually able to sit down in front of my computer and type this out. Not that anyone will be particularly interested in the topic but I just needed to complain a bit. However,  I do believe it’s time to contact my doctor for discussion on upgrading this so called RLS to a somewhat higher status as I’m really getting tired of beating myself up.

And I won’t be eating any more apples anytime soon either.