Ultra Sound

Is is amazing what a little space can do.. With a space, a terrifying word moves from ultrasound to Ultra Sound. I am not just sound, I am ULTRAAAAA SOUND. (Again, I am so street most days it hurts.)

I spent the past couple of days being poked and gelled. It started over a really nice Chinese Buffet, which made my middle hurt so bad I couldn't breathe. After I could catch my breath (Realize I have a high pain threshold... I have had a child, I have had kidney stones, I have several tattoos and I am married..) , and finally convince myself to go to the Doctor several days later, I ended up on a little side trip to visit my gall bladder.

All parts are fine, just another kidney infection. (Bet you didn't know these are attached).

I think my digestive system is finally boycotting.. In the past year, I have put on 30 lbs of pure grease and drink enough Diet Coke that they plan their production around me and where I am. So, effective tomorrow, I am getting healthy. I am going to the gym, I am going to eat better and maybe even quit smoking...

Take it from me, when you don't take care of your body, it finds ways to make you listen.. Come be healthy with me so we can all be Ultra Sound....

Ketchup

Just to get everyone caught up...

Zach is better. He ended up having Mono over the Christmas break. Between Mono, the stomach flu and a concussion, he is finally feeling better. He has been snowed in the past couple of days at OVU. Maybe they will start class again Thursday.

Stan is feeling better. One more month..

The Little Grandma is back home. She had a bacterial intestinal thing happening and spent a couple of nights in the hospital.