Second Hand Book Trawl...

Also in the line of presents... anything along these lines in the 2nd hand book store

        

BLERGH BELLY

I have a bug... or something.... I took a sick day yesterday, finished reading "Mirror Mirror" by Gregory Maguire, read the whole of "The Importance of Being Married" by Gemma Townley... and groaned a lot.
I came to work today because I felt the weight of responsibility... but mostly because I was ploughing through my new books too fast. I also felt a bit lonely...
Today was not amazing - my body hurt, my head hurt, my tummy hurt.... so why did I go to work? Was it really the responsibility, or the books? No, deep down, it's because I have plans tonight and knew that I couldn't play with my friends if I didn't go to work.... will I ever grow up?

I get a sore tummy a lot, like more than most people. Wheat isn't my friend (which probably makes my diet of salticrax today counter productive?), depression hurts and swells my stomach, my antidepressants mess with my stomach, nerves mess with my stomach, happiness messes with my stomach, sadness messes with my stomach, sometimes alcohol is good, sometime bad... people rub my tummy - mostly to congratulate me on the baby (grrrr, there isn't one!) or to tell me it's big, or like my tiny neighbour - to heal it.

I think all my emotions leak into my stomach, like poison.... it's always been like this.... first dates where I'm farting like crazy (thanks tummy), presentations where I'm sure I'm going to throw up, that Valentine's fight that literally made me throw up....

I also seem to catch bugs so easily.... like that summer where I got a 4 day gastro... I projectile threw up at my friend's wedding reception... best friend's wedding.... I was a bridesmaid.... I was mortified...
I've thrown up on my brother while he slept - ok we were very young, and it was on his Blanky.... i think he would have preferred it on him - the DRAMA over Blanky....

Don't get me started on the hangovers and nasty periods....
Not sure why I told you all this... but yeah, it's my blog, I'll over-share if I want to ;)

Read Me, Don't Steal Me

I recently stayed over at my parents’ house, where my brother also lives. I went into his room and noticed that he has a copy of “Food is Better Medicine than Drugs “ by Patrick Holford. I’ve been advised to read this book by a friend who said that it really worked for another friend. Brother was quite eager for me to read it too when I commented on it. However , he was quite insistent that I am a book thief and was not allowed to remove it from the house. I was spending the night and thought it a bit heavy for bed-time reading, and picked up “Never Hit a Jellyfish with a Spade” by Guy Browning. If you have never come across this book of witty “How to…” book, you really need to hunt down a copy.

After reading a few hilarious pages, I closed the book and went to sleep. The next morning I left the book on the coffee table – as per the “do not steal” rules set out by Brother. Imagine my surprise, the following day, when my mom pops by and pulls the book out of her bag, thinking I’d left it behind! I was tempted to hold on to it at that point, but fear the wrath of Brother.

I really do need to get my copy…

A quote from “How To… Swim”

“With breaststroke you can choose to do it either with your head out of the water or dipping under. If you choose to dip and you haven't come up after the third dip, the technical name for what you're doing is drowning.”