Oh my GOD, I am a different woman. HooRAY for antibiotics and modern medicine. That shit kicked in fast, and not a minute too soon, either.

I'm still pretty sick, but not at death's door like I was. Even this morning I was feeling pretty bad still. I couldn't eat a thing for the last two days and I was just fading, getting really weak and nauseous.

Tonight I felt good enough to order Chinese food and go to town on it. In fact, I am going back for round two right now. I have a lot of eating to catch up on.

I've been on one HELL of a weight loss plan. Works great, but the side effects are hell.

Oh, so today...the latest in Adrian's Campaign of Destruction....
I have him on my back. I go in the bathroom to put lip balm on ...my lips look like they've been torn up with forks, they are so chapped from all the mouth-breathing I've been doing.

There is Pepto-Bismol on the counter from this morning, when I felt really nauseous after taking my antibiotic on a too-empty stomach. Adrian swipes it somehow while I'm not looking, disarms the child-PROOF (ha!) top on it, and starts pouring it down my back, between our two bodies.

I don't feel anything, because I have on a wool vest. But I look down and it looks like I'm bleeding pink. What the? Where is it coming from?

I look in the mirror and see A waving the now-empty bottle around. Goddamn Destructo-Baby strikes again! So I have to take him off my back and out of the carrier, the BRAND NEW CARRIER that is now soaked in Pepto. My wool vest is soaked in Pepto, as is my shirt and my new wool pants. His clothing is soaked too.

I am NOt going to ask what next, because this baby has proven his ability to get into trouble already. But we have had a seriously crazy few days here with all the destruction he has caused. Poop, broken glass, eating magazines, I can't even go into it all. I'm thinking about a playpen or something. He will scream his head off, but at least he won't be causing such mayhem.