Please kill me

Yesterday was pot luck day at work. There were green beans and corn and cabbage. Which led to fried chicken and cup cakes.  I wrote everything down and it came to 2283 calories.  The wroting things down kept me from eating until it hurt. 

Today I went have uterine biopsies taken. Holy mother of God batman.  There was screaming, blood, and tears. Now I'm at home on Percocet. And I ate pizza. And sweet tea.  Did it make me feel better? No. Now I'm trying not to go eat more pizza.  Tomorrow is not done though.  I can always try again.  Back to the couch...