Kathie is louder than my intestines!

Seriously!

This has been a long week and I am exhausted, mentally and physically. The good news is that I have my first sub job tomorrow! YEAH! Here is my dilemma..

I got home today after two days at Grandma's and my stomach is really messed up. I decided that since I didn't have any plans for Friday I would take a laxative to help my stomach. Actually, I decided that I would take three. Why? Well, because I wasn't going anywhere and my stomach was really bugging me. Fast forward and hour and I am talking to Kathie on the phone. We are discussing the fact that there is a sub job available for tomorrow and I don't know if I should take it because it is at MPH. The good news is that the teacher is a friend from high school and one of Paul Bunyan's past teachers. Kathie reminds me that she will leave very detailed sub plans and it would be a great experience for me. She also adds that it would be a wonderful ending to an amazingly awful week. Does she stop there? Of course not! She adds that it would make her week for me to take the job. "Push the button" she says, "Push the button". What do I do? Of course, I push the button. I'm excited and after our conversation I call my parents, sister, friends, Tim...you get the picture. Fast forward another hour when I start to notice that my stomach is feeling a little uneasy. That's when it dawns on me, "Oh crap, I just took three laxatives!" Seemed like such a good idea at the time. Knowing Kathie as we all do, you know she is the person I have to call and tell. She laughs a sickening, vicious laugh and begs me to put this in the blog...just in case you were wondering why I felt the need to tell this beautiful TMI story that is obviously not my style! She then reminds me that this is just like the time I ate a cucumber and a bowl of bean with bacon soup for lunch and went to the movies later in the afternoon. That falls under the heading of "Do not try this at home, I am a professional." Now what do I do? Do I take an Imodium? Will mixing those two things kill me? Do I just pray really hard tonight that I don't have to run to the restroom every 45 minutes on the day of my first sub job? Do I fast until tomorrow at 4pm? How stupid am I? Don't answer that one!

Wish me luck and don't let Nancy read this entry.