Sharts

After a weekend of traveling then a stressful week at work I ended up with one of the worst migraines in my life. For those of you that know me well, I've had migraines all my life. This migraine in particular made me so ill that I could not hold any food down (for more than 24hrs), didn't want to talk to anyone and the light of day made me wanna die. I went to the chiropractor hoping for my usual relief. This time I stressed myself out so badly, I had a pinched nerve in the back of my neck which we cannot cure with one session. I ended up in the E.R. because I became severely dehydrated and couldn't even hold down ice chips or sips of water.

After treating me at the E.R. for my nausea and dehydration I felt much better and my headache even seem to calm down. They didn't mention that the medication for my nausea may cause diarrhea....

I woke up the next morning to head to the doctor, still hoping for relief of my migraine. On the way there I get this very sudden urge to go to the bathroom. I announced "Nat I need to go to the bathroom now!! I need to poop! Hurry!!" He swerves over to the nearest gas station. As I set foot on the ground... SHART!!

I guess you can say this is the beginning of dirty underpants. To bad I was the first encounter. :(