The Pizza.

Look closely. Can you see it? only one side of the pizza has chicken on it. This is what happens when you can't decide on pizza toppings. My mother and I both like mushroom and green pepper as a topping but my hubby also accidently ordered chicken and realized his mistake but I said no leave it on chicken is good but my mother balked and said she didn't want it so this is what we ended up with on our pizza; chicken on only one half. I said why not just get it on the entire thing since we're paying for an additional topping anyway and she can just pick it off like I always have had to do for years when her and my hubby always order the gross pepperoni and bacon pizza that he likes; I always have to pick off the pepperoni and bacon but no, not for her, that's not acceptable, good enough for me, but not for her.

Speaking of pizza, I found out the culprit at long last to Buddy's abdomenal distention and bloody diarrhea: the pepperoni on the pizza he loves so much! It happened again yesterday and my mother saw it this time too so I have a witness so I know it wasn't a delusion and I noticed it happened a day after I gave him the pepperoni and it clicked that it wasn't the first time either and I kniow his colon reacts badly to pork as does mine so I checked if the pizza makes it's pepperoni out of beef or pork and surely enough it's a combination  of both beef and pork so that must be it so no more pepperoni for him, poor guy, because I know how much he loves it but it's the same for me now too, the only way I can enjoy bacon now is the smell. His hernia's so bad now too from all the straining with the diarrhrea it's swollen in his groin and all around his dick and balls,too he's limping, and I apply a frozen ice pack for relief and to ease the swelling and he just lays there on his back, spread -eagle, eyes closed, blissed-out, blessed relief. It pains me to see him hurting like this and then of course there's always that part of me that worries that maybe it really is something more....

The 12 YR old's sick now as well; barfing and a headache so bad he said he felt like he's going to die and so now he knows what my headaches feel like and why I need to smoke weed for relief( so maybe now he won't be so judgemental about it?) and he has a fever and it worried me about the possibility about meningitis( even though he was vaccinated he was a baby; how long does it last?) esp. given my bad headache the past few days and both my hubby and I having stiff sore necks too but he doesn't have a stiff neck and no seizures or rash but the light does hurt his eyes but today he's starting to feel better though and if it was anything like that he'd be getting worse not better, and as for me, my left calf and right ribs are starting to hurt once again , and the 12 YR old's such a genius(he's in highschool and memorized some 35-plus digits of Pi for example) the other day he was saying about Binary numbers  and Base Ten and I of course have no f*cking idea what he's talking about and I told him, I don't speak Nerdish! but at the same time the kid struggles with tying his shoes......it's so weird, it's like he's some kind of idiot-savant or something.

If Trump also gets aquitted from his impeachment trial it goes to show as well that in Real Life sometimes the Bad Guy wins, and my hubby taunted me that the Edmonton Boys love football trying to make me think they're huge rednecks now even though they never showed any inclination of it while they were here and I think he's just saying that to bug me and I don't even know which teams were playing the SuperBowl yesterday or who won and I couldn't care less. I couldn't even name one football team out there. My hubby also left his towel after his shower on the floor in the hallway outside the bathroom door( which he does at times) and I told him it won't get washed that way, hinting he puts it in the washing machine where it belongs but he still left it there so I just did the load of laundry and left it there and he thinks I'm a bitch for not picking it up ( it's called helping out!) and tossing it in for him but I'm not his slave and besides that's enabling him; it's the teaching a man to fish sort of thing; how is he supposed to learn to pick it up and put it where it belongs and do it himself if I just do it for him, and besides, everyone is supposed to pick up after themselves and clean up their own mess. That's not my job. If he wants it washed he knows where it goes.

UPDATE:

I now noticed blood in Buddy's pee too, so it's not just a hernia like I thought and was hoping, and I know I should have listened to him and to my instincts; I knew he was bleeding internally and that it most likely meant cancer but I just didn't want to face it, to believe it. It's weird though as the area is all squishy and NOT a hard solid mass like you'd expect from a tumour and looks bruised too(and the abdomena would also be hard and rigid if bleeding internally too), so unless he got injured somehow, like jumping down off the couch and hit himself on a table leg or someone kicked him or something.....