I am done eating, until sometime tomorrow morning. I am officially on my 12 hour pre ultrasound fast. Technically, I am supposed to not drink water, either. I am not going to obey that one to the letter. I will have sips when needed, especially after a coughing jag. I am still fighting the 'flu and I can't do it without drinking a little water. I'll keep the amounts small and only sip what I need in the morning to take my BP med. If they don't like it, they can kiss my big, fat, white, dimpled ass.
Oh, my, look who is in mood.
My husband is an ass. I was happily watching my recorded Biggest Loser while he was zonked out on the sofa. Suddenly he wakes up and starts changing the fucking channel, messing up what I am watching. Excuse me! I was watching that! Did he give a shit? Nuh-uh. I was expected to shut off my program so he could go back to watching Gunsmoke. I have been trying to get that show watched all day. Geeze it sucks when he is around too much. I can't wait until he is over the 'flu and goes the hell back to work.
I am dead on track for food. I came up a little short on water. I'll make up for it, tomorrow after I get home. I am still having a little trouble swallowing. It isn't pain, it is almost as if the muscles in my throat aren't working as smoothly as usual, right now and it makes gulping tons of water difficult. But I did the best I could and I did manage to stay nicely hydrated, today.
I have been staring at this page for ten minutes trying to think of anything elst to write about and my mind keeps going blank so I am going to wrap this up.