Me, me, and, oh uh, me.

Warning: This post will tell you too much. More than you ever wanted to know.




There is a very soft spot in my heart for pain killers.

I know what you're thinking - I have an addiction or something blah blah. But no, I'm too poor for that kind of thing. I'm not too poor for a UTI though (thank goodness..).

OH the joy that fills my quivering heart to think of the horrible bloody pain that is a UTI. Really. Every time I get them, they are worse than the time before.

What am I saying?? Who doesn't love the feeling of being on the verge of wetting their pants with burning acid and bits of clotted blood? But really. I was in so much pain this morning. So I hightailed it over to the doctors office (all the while, doing the "potty dance" in public, but it's okay, I lost all dignity when I had my baby at the hospital and there were 12 people shining lights all over my body).

So lets get back to how much I love pain relievers. I love them. And if any of you in bloggerville get a UTI, make sure you ask for 'the stuff that numbs your urethra'. The sweet relief is beyond amazing. You'll know it's working when a)your pee turns to the color of orange gatorade and b)you're not peeing knives.


On the plus side and a completely different note, I LOVED General Conference this weekend! I particularly liked Elder Oaks' talk. It seemed like the theme of everything was about enduring to the end and having faith in these hard times. It was a nice reminder that we're not ever alone in our struggles.

Also, I had a completely non-vegan diet this weekend. And now my body is in a full on revolt. Ooh well, who needs food when you have the Dick Van Dyke show to comfort your aching body?