Everything changes. I start a new job on the 22nd of January, we planned to start remodeling in the spring, I should have enjoyed that last pint of Guinness more. And once it's in there, barring any mishaps, there are only two ways to get it out, and neither of them are wildly appealing.
So far, I have had some very mild nausea but no puking, a strange gassy, intestinal feeling that I can't quite describe, and one headache that needed Tylenol. My boobs are hurty and huge, and I am tired and unmotivated, which is extremely boring.
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