TMI entry

Just warning you ahead of time – the topics of this entry might be tings you don’t care to read. Enter with caution

Let’s start out on a good note – Brian and I had a fabulous date night on Friday. I actually felt better enough to go out to dinner and to the movies – we went to our favorite restaurant and had our fav waiter, other waitresses come up and talk to us, good food and good drinks (for Brian, at least). Then, we went to the 8pm showing of The Dark Knight – the first time we had been to the movies together since seeing No Country For Old Men. And I actually felt well enough to eat some popcorn.

What did we think of the movie? I might have a few spoilers in here so please feel free to skip this next paragraph if you don’t want to know. . .

*SPOILER START* Heath Ledger – brilliant. He was completely scary and unpredictible, just what you want in a villian. As for the movie – there were just too many things about it that didn’t make sense to us that it took away from the pic as a whole. The fact they didn’t even try to hide the fact they filmed the whole thing in Chicago – the Chicago signs that didn’t get CG’ed out, the car chase under the L, the lake scenes, the Illinois license plates. What happened to Gotham City? The other thing – you stopped rooting for the good guys about half way through the movie,at least I did because they could NEVER get the upper hand. The Joker kept one upping them and it became so predictable. I just gave up hope. We get it – the Joker is smart but does everyone else have to be THAT dumb? Also – how does one person move that many cans of oil or whatever he used to blow up everything by himself? Like rigging the whole hospital? COME ON!

*SPOILER END* But, it was still a nice, dark flick which Brian likes and it did have a lot of good parts to it.

Then came Saturday – I woke up about 4am and had to go to the bathroom. You know – the kind that sends you RUNNING for the bathroom. And again and again and again and again. I managed to get back to sleep from around 4:30 until 7am and then I think we got up for good around 9am. And then again and again and again. By around 2pm, I think I had been in the bathroom somewhere between 10-20 times.

And the weird thing was, I didn’t FEEL that bad. My stomach wasn’t totally cramping up, I didn’t have the tired, achy feeling I had been carrying around for weeks. I just couldn’t stop going to the bathroom.

To top it off, Brian woke up feeling nasty too – his stomach hurt and he figures he got a touch of food poisoning or something so we both spent literally all day Saturday laying around on the couch, feeling a little sorry for ourselves, I think. I did take a shower and went to the stores for supplies and then around 7pm, I couldn’t stand it anymore and went outside to do some light gardening and read, while the cats enjoyed the mild, gorgeous summer evening outside.

I am hungry this morning but scared to eat anything. Yesterday I only had some crackers, toast and soup. I am also very scared as to what could actually be wrong with me. Since July 6th, I have only felt good, normal for a total of 6 days. When I explain my symptoms to other people, they suggest all kinds of possiblities including Crohn’s disease, colitis and depression. I got online and read the symptoms of Crohn’s disease and unfortunately, I seem to fit the profile pretty spot on. That would be a horrible disease to come down with.

Or is it all in my head? Am I doing this to myself, unintentionally somehow? And if that were the case, that pisses me off almost more than if I were actually sick with something. That my brain would let me down like that and make my body attack me when absolutely NOTHING is wrong in my life right now. I am happy, I have a wonderful husband, a great new job, good friends, a new opportunity with this board, we are doing fabulous with money right now, very comfortable – we have the most freedom now to do whatever we want than we ever have in our lives. What the hell could I have to be depressed or upset about?

I supposed something medically could be wrong with me but over the past 17 years, I feel like doctors have been testing me off and on for boatloads of things and I have NEVER had any specific diagnosis come up for something wrong with me. EVER. After this much time, that starts to tell you something. Either one, doctors are the biggest dumb asses on the face of the earth. Or two, it is all in your head. I am not sure which is worse.