My stomach is such a wreck. I must have to get up and run to the bathroom at least five times while I'm reading the messages here.

No doubt, they will probe me...I have an appt. with my doctor today, but at this point I don't care. I'm living on Rolaids.

I started thinking about what might be stressing me. Let's see...my cat almost died, had to go to AZ to get my son married, had to see all the ex relatives and my parents, my dog died, had to put my dauthter into rehab, my granddaughter, who is having problems is here. Gee, do you think this has anything to do with it?

On the upside, it keeps me thin. Every single thing I eat runs through me. I'm like my bird, Sammie, pooping every 10 minutes. [Eek!]