Tuesday during work my shoulders were killing me. I think I slept wrong. When I got home from work and put in my 30 minute run, they hurt even more. I stretched them out for a few minutes and just gave up. I am very OCD about my medicine cabinet. Top shelf contains the things we don't use as much: NetiPot, cold, allergy, and children's medicine. On the middle shelf, we have the first aid materials such as: band-aids, gauze, Neosporin, etc. On the bottom shelf we have daily vitamins on one side, and pain relievers on the other end. I am even OCD to the fact the when we have multiple Advil/Tylenol bottles, they are in a row front to back, with the one open in the front. We sometimes have miscellaneous travel size or tablets in front to use them up. I grabbed a couple individual pain relievers and started making dinner. Around 10ish or so, I started to get some terrible stomach cramps. They were "womans troubles" at all. I was rather uncomfortable but after about 10 minutes, the pain passed. I woke up at 12:30ish in a full blown sweat. I barely made it to the bathroom. The cramps were completely out of control and after I "did my business" they didn't let up. I tossed and turned and fell back asleep only to wake up at 3 and 4 to repeat what happened earlier in the night. By the time my alarm went off, I was tired, cranky, in need of a shower, and "empty". It continued throughout my work day. I had a few moments at my desk where the beads of sweat would start and my stomach would just churn. I am very thankful I sit so close to a restroom. By the end of the day, I felt like my top was detached from my bottom. Michael and I couldn't figure out what was wrong. We went over food we ate, differences in the day, and just went over everything. Nothing came up as a red flag. That was until we changed out the garbage. Michael noticed the little individualized packets and asked if that is what I took. I was told him it was. Then he started laughing. Turns out, the man had bought something to help him go to the restroom. Laxatives. I could get TMI on this but I won't. He said he took one and threw it in the medicine cabinet. Of course. Man. Never puts things back where it belongs. Issues resolved. We got to talking and Michael asked how many I took. I told him two and he started laughing again. Apparently, you are only suppose to take 1 or half of one. Fantastic. No wonder the toilet and I were BF's for the day. Ugh.
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That suuuuucks!! Or should I say, "blows"?? I am also OCD about my meds, great minds think alike. And hey, at least you know if you ever need a laxative - they work! Silver lining. :)
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