Stupid is, Stupid does...

There are days that I think of myself as an intelligent woman, but then there are days like today where I realize that I am just short of retarded. I have ulcers. I know I have them. They were diagnosed after many expensive little tests. I was told to avoid certain foods. I do not. Now, an intelligent person after going to the trouble to find out why they occasionally have agonizing pain in their abdomen, would make choices that would keep this from happening. This is where retarded comes in. Of the top three things they told me to avoid, I eat every one of them every day. Stupid? Yes. Asking for it? Heck, yeah. But how in the world could I abandon my lifeblood (soda), my sanity in times of trouble (chocolate), and my fun (ketchup).

So here I sit today, a total worthless blob after spending half the night curled up in a ball of misery while the other half was spent vomiting. I had hoped it would help ease the agony, but the acid was out to make me pay. I'm still wondering if it was all the oreos, soda, or the chili dog I ate for dinner that pushed me over the top. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.