I'm anemic and I get monthly B-12 shots. Or rather, I'm supposed to, but sometimes I fall a week behind, and I feel absolutely horrible until I get it. (Actually, even when I don't fall behind I sometimes feel crummy in the final week or so until I get the next one.) Then, afterward, I become a bit of a high-energy insomniac for several days:
Me (after my monthly B-12): My shot makes feel freakin' awesome!
Karenna: That's freakin' awesome, Mommy.
Me: Karenna, please don't repeat Mommy when she's in "crazy-mode".
Chris: You do realize you just told Karenna never, ever to repeat you...
For those of you who are disappointed in my use of "freakin'" in front of the kids, know that this is me using restraint, as when I find myself about to use swear words in the kids' presence, I often substitute quickly before the wrong word slips out. I am, after all, only human. A human exposed to far more curse words in my childhood.
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