Liquid diet diary day 2 and 3 weren't captured in diaryland because that means I would have been able to get out of bed. The liquid diet I could handle, the drinking of the purgative/laxative, not so much. I have never felt so horrible in my life. Dry heaves are never fun.
I actually started crying in frustration. For my mother, who hasn't seen me cry in nigh on 15 years, this kicked some sort of mother instinct into place. She kept trying to take care of me and give me hugs. Ally was all furious and kept saying "You're mine now! I take care of you! Tell her to leave you alone!" It was quite amusing.
Moving on. The liquid diet is old news. I only mentioned it for continuity. For some very strange reason I am back on night shifts at work. Like I need more reasons to hate that place. I don't often mention my job much here because I black it out the minute I leave every day. It's part of the defense mechanism you develop when working at a call centre.
I just checked the local online job bank. There's a position for a pet groomer. I could do that! My latest entries into the photo section (in the album entitled "I couldn't sleep so I made this album") are a testament towards my love of the animals. I wonder what kind of cash a pet groomer would make?
Ellen looks like she's wearing shoulder pads today. Black blazer, black v-neck shirt, not my favourite Ellen ensemble. I hope she's wearing good sneakers.
Nicole
What I hear: The Ellen Degeneres Show