Yesterday, I thought that I was going to die. FH and I had eaten horribly all weekend. I decided to eat some fiber wafers. They were the huge ones...benefiber. They started tasting nasty. Too hard, and chalky. I decided to drink a couple down with water. It hurt going down, and then the pain subsided. All of a sudden, my chest started hurting from the inside out. I thought that I was having a heart attack. I told FH that I was in great pain. He was ready to take me to the emergency room. He got dressed, and got clothes out for me. I told him that I didn't want to go the ER...that it was expensive and I would rather buy a sweater from Old Navy. Then he asked me what I did. I told him...he got me a big glass of water...and, then finally the pills made it past my esophagus. I suggest not to do that.
Tonight I made Bishop cry. Not on purpose or anything. I asked if he would rather move to the east coast or to Nevada someday. Then he caught on that when FH finishes school...we will probably move. He cried all the way home because he wants to see his dad on a regular basis. :( He asked why we would ever have to move...I said more money? or not? He said "more money." I reassured him that it would be a long time before we would ever consider moving.