Body, Don't Fail Me Now

I'm falling apart.

Pretty soon my husband will start finding pieces of me in the hallway, as the thread that holds me together begins to unravel.

See, it all started eight weeks ago. I had a baby, and I started bleeding.

You can go ahead and stop here if a little talk of bodily functions disturbs you.

So, the bleeding went on and on and on and on....and finally almost seemed to stop. Then it started right back up in time for my first postnatal cycle. That Sunday evening I popped open my pack of birth control pills, and after a week or so the bleeding seemed to stop. Then it came back a few days later, and has now become a constant companion in my life. Eight weeks, folks.

Super mega overnight maxi pads have become a wardrobe staple.

Then last night I notice a headache coming on. It was in the back of my head, kind of where my head and neck connect. A medium mocha didn't help. A hot shower didn't help. And sleep sure as hell didn't help because I woke up this morning and couldn't move my head. If I need to look to the side I have to turn my entire body. Quite convenient in a house with a rabid toddler.

And to top it all off, I have mouth funk. Remember my horrendous toothache fiasco while I was pregnant? Well, I noticed a spot on the top of the gum line of that tooth a few weeks ago. Not wanting to deal with it right now, I convinced myself it was a canker sore and would go away. Only it didn't. It kind of got a little bigger, and you know what happens when you have something going on in your mouth.....

you can't keep your dang tongue off it!

So today I decided to see what the heck was going on and messed with it a little. And it started bleeding. A lot.

The dentist is not impressed, and I'll be receiving my punishment tomorrow.

At this rate I'll need some help from ya'll. Donated organs....blood for a transfusion....I'll take it all. I'm sure I'll need it eventually.