Bullet Points – In which we talk more about poo than necessary

• Been going to the gym at least 4 or 5 times a week.. feel fitter and stronger and stuff but scales stay the same… why must you torture me so scales?
• That point above should read “WAS going to the gym at least 4 or 5 times a week” but then Easter came and Mick and I lazed about and were generally lazy buggers and we averaged one very large meal a day and then Mick got sick. Oh noes! But I was ok… until….
• On Tuesday night I had terrible dreams that I needed to throw up all night and then Wednesday morning I… developed a really close relationship with my loo and we you know… hung out and stuff and just generally spent all day together because you know… my loo really CARES.
• So my Doctor told me that 80% of the patients he saw that day had viral stomach thingies… which was comforting considering I have had Giardia not once but TWICE in my life.
• Go on, click that link and read the symptoms… Noice.
• And no, I did not get Giardia from “fecal-oral route (through poor hygiene practices)”, mine was contracted through contaminated water on a long distance bus trip and the contamination of water supply in Sydney in 1988.
• I very lucky girl.
  So anyways… yeah…. where was I?
• All good now, had really bad cramps on Wednesday night where it felt like someone was slicing me up the middle with the really jagged implement and again on Thursday.
• So I rang my Grandma and she has rung twice to see if I am ok, she was worried as she nursed me through the first bout of giardia when I nine.
• I was violently ill for 2 weeks that time over Christmas AND my ninth birthday.
• I love my Grandma.
• So for three days I had not much of an appetite, which was unusual for me. I was under strict instructions from the Dr to stick to carbs…
• Plain old carbs with no dairy like butter or cheese… seriously, where is the fun in a baked potato without butter?
• But I didn’t really care.
• Do you know… when you eat such food your poo goes really like… pale?
  My appetite is back now… unfortunately, but yours is probably gone after that last sentence.
• Sorry about that, but I find poo a fascinating topic.
• Something really weird though… I can’t imagine the Queen pooing. AT ALL.
• I’ve taken up boxing at the gym and I love it.
• I get so sweaty.. even my socks are sweaty… and so AGGRESSIVE…. Rar!!! Watch out MOFOS!
• I can’t wait for boxing next week.
• Mick gave me a very gorgeous and beautiful pearl ring for our first anniversary but as I have stumpy little fingers he had to exchange it so we post some photos once we have it yes?
• Poor Mick, he has a dickie knee… go give him some luff, but not too much thanks, that’s my job.
• Erm.. I think that is it…