Monday, August 17, 2009

Nobody Loves Me

So last week I posted that I was pretty sure the soap in my mouth was going to kill me, and I didn't post all weekend, and NO ONE wrote to make sure I'm still alive. Slackers.

My doctor ordered a Chem 7, which I guess checks various (seven?) different things in your blood. None of those things are fluoride, though, so I'm not sure what he thinks we're going to accomplish. I think he just likes to punish me for calling up with random problems by making me go get stuck with a needle. "What, it's Amy again? Seriously? She thinks she has prostate cancer? Well, send her for another blood test - that'll make her stop calling."

I was finally able to go get the blood drawn this morning. He ordered the test on Thursday. I knew that the kids wouldn't do well in the lab, so I didn't bother trying with them.

Yes, the soap taste is still there. It's gone from Palmolive to a lighter bouquet, somewhere in the Dove family, but it's still there, driving me nuts.

I've tried to kill it with ice cream, but that didn't work.

The thing is, if I weren't a mom, I wouldn't care. But if suddenly there's too much sodium fluoride in our water for me, there's certainly too much for the pretty babies, so I'd better take it seriously. (Sodium fluoride poisoning is the only explanation I've been able to find via Google).

Anyway, after BJ got home (finally!) last night, I went and saw The Time Traveler's Wife. The movie was very good, but I was a little annoyed that it deviated from the book at the end. If you haven't read the book, you really should - it's fantastic.

The kids and I went up to see my sister in Valpo. I had KILLER PMS, which explains all the screaming last week (the kids were behaving less well than normal, but my reaction was influenced by my hormones, and BJ's absence created a perfect storm of suck). I'm feeling much better now, after the liberal application of wine and Mexican food.

Mary Grace's teacher is coming in 1 hour and 45 minutes to meet her, and my house is a disaster, and the kids aren't dressed.


Anonymous said...

We do to love you... it's just we know how stinkin funny you are so instead of inquiring if you were alive ... we just continue to laugh. Can't wait for the big fat book! Speaking of which.. I'm reading "Skinny Bitch" and think of you all the time throughout the pages... they are sooooo funny and bright and amazing!
xo, Connie

KaityK said...

That is so weird! I'm guessing you've stopped drinking tap water, how long do you think it'll take for the taste to go away?
Yuck! Poor Amy! My week without Deac and taking care of baby Grace was very stressful, I can't imagine how much worse it would've been if my good pal chocolate chip cookie tasted like Ivory! :( I'm glad BJ's home to help you now!

RobMonroe said...

I assume BJ has your google password and would post in your absence if something REALLY bad happened. (oh, I knew you went to another city where you typically don't post from.)

I think Kaity might have a point - if it's your water maybe you should switch to store-bought for a week.

Hopefully your soapy taste goes away. If not, just cuss more and call it karma!

Lori aka A Cowboy's Wife said...

Hi Amy, I'm here after watching you on 5MinutesforMoms video today. I just wanted to say that I enjoyed hearing your answers and know that you'll reach that level of success you're after if you just stay the person you are and let everyone see that.

Too bad we didn't get to meet at Blogher...maybe next time? ;)

Have a great day!

Amy said...

Lori! I had no idea that was up! Thanks for stopping by and letting me know.

Hello shiny forehead, hahaha!

We will definitely have to meet next year. I'm working on getting there.

Thanks again,

Priscilla - Wheelchair Mommy said...

Uuugh i hate when they change endings......