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making the breast of it

If you've been following me on twitter or facebook this weekend, you already know it's been defective day for me and my global endowments.

Despite being on antibiotics for a mastitis infection I got LAST WEEK, I spent the day shivering and moaning over a new milk clog that developed last night IN THE SAME DAMN PLACE AS THE FIRST INFECTION.

And if that weren't enough to make me whine away a Saturday, the antibiotics are giving me terrible heartburn.

Not like, "Oh gee, digestive backsplash is slightly uncomfortable" heartburn, but more like "Holy fuck, my esophagus us ON FIRE!!!"heartburn. All of a sudden I totally get why there are ten billion prescription medications for this thing.

Needless to say, this is all very frustrating. I already have a finicky child; I don't need my boobs acting like uppity toddlers. For crying out loud, they already get enough of my attention. Pump pump pump. Nurse nurse nurse. My investment in non-underwire-bras and nursing pads and equipment could power some sort of perverse old-age-home version of a vegas-style burlesque show.

You hear that tits? Stop stealing my Saturdays.


Bad tits! Bad tits!

Oy vey! Bad boobies!

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