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  • A big first

    I rang poison control today. Yes, it finally happened, I had to ring them. Amy took the lid off a spray bottle filled with pine-o-clean and eucalyptus oil and used the straw part (you know, the part that actually sucks up the liquid so it can be squirted? yes, that part) as a straw to drink her milk.

    The cup smelled like pine-o-clean, the straw smelled like pine-o-clean and her breath smelled like, you guessed it, pine-o-clean.

    Sigh.

    We were given instructions on what to watch for and what to expect, but basically, if your toddler ingests a mouthful or two of pine-o-clean, you’re not going to have to race to emergency in an ambulance.

    (For the record, we were told to watch for breathing difficulties, excessive hyperactivity or excessive lethargy. They mentioned she might also vomit, but not to worry too much unless she couldn’t stop vomiting)

    So far, she hasn’t even complained of a tummy ache.

    Seems that for Amy, actual cleaning poison is less like poison than gluten.

    Heh.

  • Highlights

    When the highlight of your day was finding two freddo frogs inside one wrapper, you know it’s not been a good day.

    If when you found the freddos, you promptly snapped a photo so you could blog it, then it’s definitely not been a good day.

    Freddos

    NaBlo, it’s been lovely, but don’t think I can subject everyone to this quality all month.

    Gah.

  • Talking about my period.

    AKA Too much information, so uh, walk away now if you’re one of my male readers.

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    Today is day #5 of my period and I’ve bled through 3 pairs of underwear already today. Despite using tampons sized the equivalent of a small nation.

    Last night I bled through another 3 pairs of underwear and 2 pairs of pajama bottoms. I was still awake every hour to go to the toilet. Yesterday I bled through a tampon, a full sized maternity pad AND 3 panty liners I’d put on underneath the maternity pad just in case. That was within an hour.

    I’d just like to say a giant fuck you to my uterus. Not only is it trying to take over my body with the stabby pain, but it wants to leave it’s mark on everything. At this point I’m scared to cough, just in case I drown.

    I’m thinking I need to rename it the Pit of Despair.

    Apparently, when you’ve not had a period for oh… 9 months or something, when it happens, it’s like the flood gates open and away goes everything you thought you knew about your body. Hell, this bleeding is heavier than the bleeding I had after pushing a decently sized baby out of my vagina. Only without the ‘grazing’ (I refuse to acknowledge that it’s grazing. Cheese gratering was what it felt like).

    We won’t even talk about what happens when I feed Isaac and my uterus uses it as an excuse to clamp down and leave me curled up in a tiny little puddle of pain.

    Stupid uterus.

    We’re also not talking about my EDS while I’m bleeding. Needless to say I feel sort of like a rag doll. A shaken rag doll.

    On the upside, I now have an excuse to buy new underwear. I’ve thrown out nearly a dozen pairs so far.

    Heh.

  • NaBlo

    I signed up to do NaBloMyFuckingGoat again.

    Someone shoot me now.

    Day #3 and I’m already asking god why I thought I’d be able to blog every day.

    ANYWAY.

    If you’re interested in coming along for the ride (3 days in) you can find my profile here. We can amuse each other backwards and forwards.

    Or something.

    Welcome to the month of quantity over quality.

  • I caved and created the damn lists.

    So after SOMEONE harped at me (and harped and harped and harped and omg harped) I caved and created some bloody lists on twitter.

    Of course, they’re not sensible lists. You can check them out here.

    I say we all create unsensible lists. Let’s have a unsensible silly list movement.

    Because really, how silly is the idea of lists? Let’s just make people feel EXCLUDED by not being on my soooper seekrit speshul list.

    Heh.

    Actually, thinking of that, do you think I need a soooper seekrit speshul list?

    And, who is sticking their hand up to help me bury bodies?