After three weeks of feeling great, with no nausea or stomach pain, I am sick AGAIN. A few nights ago I was too tired to make dinner or do the dishes, so we ordered pizza, which was my downfall. The Doctor warned me against tomato sauces or greasy food, but I thought I was cured. Now I'm right back to feeling as though I've swallowed a cheese grater whole. The only things I can eat are things like bread, crackers, rice, and chicken. Anything else is too rich, and I still feel sick after eating those things. This nausea is comparable to what I felt when I was pregnant, only without the pregnant part. Let's face it, my "device" is in there so tight I'm not even sure God could get his seed in there. I really need to go back to the Doctor and get to the bottom of this, but I'm afraid of what they'll want to do to me, and not sure that I have the time to admit failure and be sick.
Today I have to drag my nauseas body out to the real world and get my W2 from my last job. I haven't worked there in about a year, and like most of my jobs, I've avoided it for the fear of shameful looks and confrontation. At this point if anyone were to Say "So, why'd you bail on us" my answer would be a simple "Are you sure you work here?" It was quite possibly the worst job I've ever had. It's up there with Ulta. Same terrible management, but less cross-dressing.
I also have to get find a different formula for Deven. He's still only pooping once a week, but not showing any signs of discomfort. Jackie said it could be the iron-fortified formulas that are causing the problems, but I've yet to find a formula that doesn't contain iron, or just plain stop my son up like a hairball in a shower drain. I haven't taken Deven to the Doctor for this. Unlike most moms, I am completely laid back when it comes to, well, everything. I get it from my mom, who was a nurse and could never afford to take us to the Doctor. The only things we went to the Doctor for were strep throat and, I believe, skin staph infections. Everything else she could cure with a bottle of Tequila and a prayer. I like my son's Doctor, and it would be weird to take my son in there for poop. It would terrify me to see the Doctor pull out a long stick with a hook and stick in my son's ass for a stool sample. I would rather handle it myself. I'm going to get a handle on the formula situation and introduce him to prunes and prune juice. Ugh.
Off I go.