You bitches wanna Blog - Let's Blog

So, it seems that I was called out for my lack of blogging on Facebook.  Well, to that I say - "Challenge Accepted" ...

Let me take a few moments out of my busy day to tell you lovely ladies how my past eight have gone. 

Thursday:
Wonderful dinner with friends and my snuggle nugget Christian. (Mood = Delighted)

Friday: 
Tired, sore throat, overall feeling of Meh. (Mood = Denial)

Saturday:
WORSE sore throat, slight fever (low grade), chills, sweats, aches, etc.  (Mood = Sad)
Go to Doctor  (Mood = Irritated) 
Not Strep [Insert Small Celebration Here] (Mood = Blessed)
Drag myself shopping to pickup birthday cake, balloons, and food for ALL 13 people that are coming to my house to celebrate Harry's 60th bday. (Mood = Irritated)
Go home. (Mood = Relieved) 
Nap. 
House is filthy (Mood = Indifferent)
Go to dinner at Texas Roadhouse (Mood = Hopeful)
Pick out a steak  
It looks delicious
Can't taste it (Mood = Hopeless)
Don't eat it 
Go home with thirteen additional people 
House is still filthy (Mood = Still Indifferent)
People come 
Eat Cake 
Eat Icecream 
Rita Eats Cake 
Rita Eats Ice Cream (Mood = Improved Indifference)
They leave (Mood = Peaceful)
Rita Goes to Bed 

Sunday: 
Still Sore Throat No fever does nothing but sleep on sofa. Stomach pain begins - it hurts (Mood = Confused)

Monday:
Home from work, hates life, still sick, stomach pain increases. (Mood = Over It)

Tuesday: 
Go to work, in pain all day. Throat feels better, stomach feels like contractions of child birth. Work a full day. (Mood = Irritated)
Go Home
Go to Emergency Center (Mood = Skeptical)
Receive Ultrasound (Mood = Concerned)
Receive IV 
Get Blood Drawn (Mood = Really Concerned)
Rita has GallStones (SWEET - just what I wanted) (Mood = Weird)
Rita is sent home with Medicine (Mood = Hopeful)


Wednesday:
Rita goes to work, Rita hurts, Rita has to lay on floor at work to feel better. (Mood = Disgusted)
Rita goes home. (Mood = Relieved)
Eats soup. 
Goes to bed.

Thursday:
Rita's contractions of gallstone pain slow down a bit, but hurt more when they actually happen. Rita is still in pain.  (Mood = Indifferent) 
Rita goes to Weight Watchers.
Down 2.2 (Mood = Ecstatic)  
Rita Blogs (Mood = Fulfilled)
Rita uploads picture of weight loss. (Mood = Proud) 
Rita hurts. 
Rita is done.