It’s always good to have choices. Last night it was do I want a bad headache or a bad gut ache? When I take pain pills I get constipated, so I took a laxative.
Bad mistake.
All night two little demons played tug of war with my guts. This was after the elephant stomped on them (at least he wasn’t wearing my pajamas). On my rush to the bathroom I stepped on one of the dog’s pee pads. Then I had a smelly foot.
Not that I cared at the moment as I was thinking do I want to sit and squirt off or throw up in the commode?
You know you would think at my age I would learn from my mistakes. At least I haven’t thrown up the oatmeal I had for breakfast. :D