Ugh....morning.

At Zero dark thirty my alarm clock went off.  I hate that Avery has to get on the bus so damn early.  Bus was late, of course.  I sit here battling BUBBLES, the kind that just dont want to dislodge themselves from my chest cavity.  I cant eat/drink/swallow until I can get them out. So here I sit, at the computer, with the back massager on full blast, trying to get those damn things out. I miss the days of just being able to eat and be done with it.  Now I have to schedule my day around eating and whether my body is accepting food at the moment or not.  Have to stop if I get a bubble, cant drink too close to eating, dont even think about wolfing something down...etc etc ad nauseum.  Frustrated, thats all. Time for school. Tata.