A new enemy has emerged in the war on my bladder: Peeps. That’s right. Peeps. Those puffy, yummy little easter treats, the ones I’ve eaten my entire life. I had four of those about a week ago and it gave me one of the worst flareups I’ve ever had. None of my pills did a thing to help. What a surprise that was.

The culprit, apparently, is not the food coloring, but the preservatives in it. I didn’t even know the little buggers had preservatives. But it makes sense–you know, they always tasted great six months after Easter. How bad is this crap going to get? I mean damn, now I can’t even eat Easter candy?

I’ve been eating terribly the last few days because I am afraid to eat anything. But I’m not really that hungry anyway because hey, I’m sick. As predicted, the preschool sickness merry-go-round has started, and it only took two weeks.

The tests on my thyroid and iron levels came back normal. Perhaps they were on the low side of normal, but whatever, the nurses at our McDoctor’s office don’t offer that sort of information. Just “normal.”

Okay, okay, I’ll go turn the little violins off now.

My mother and I were talking about the videos that the twins watch and I expressed concern that it seemed they were actually learning to count via the TV. “Well, you did,” she said. She told me I learned counting via The Count on Sesame Street, and that I would punctuate every few numbers with “AH AH AHH,” just like the count. Apparently I thought that was part of the counting. That’s why I couldn’t pass algebra, mom…see? Not my fault.

Earlier this month the girls went 13 straight days without either of them waking up at weird hours. This is a record for us–nay, a veritable miracle, and I am considering calling the Vatican. On the rare occaision they do wake, it’s usually from some kind of weird dream. Urgent requests in the middle of the night have included, but are not limited to: going to the park, an apple, juice, frogs, quesadillas, and putting on and taking off socks. Last night it was quesadillas. (What’s spanish for “wtf”?) But they have been waking up a lot less generally, and I have been watching nervously to see if it is a trend that looks permanent. It is just as Chelsea predicted back in October (see last comment). THANK YOU GOD.

Tags: Intersitital Cystitis, twins

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