Yves Saint-Lauren

So… after I had Vincent I noticed that when I wake up in the morning my legs and ankles hurt like hell (all the way up my calf). They’re stiff and uncomfortable and generally feel like I walked 10,000 miles. I also have noticed sometimes my arms and hands are sore at times. It COULD be the way I sleep but I feel way too achey and stiff for someone my age. I’m also getting a ton of tension headaches. Even if I slept like crap in a weird position I don’t think it should be lasting throughout the day for as long as it has. I’ve been researching it and I’m pretty sure I might have fibromyalgia. Some days it’s worse than others.

Omfg.

Yesterday was so stupid.

I needed gas so I go with the baby to the gas station after meeting up with my husband’s family. I specifically seek out a Shell station because my Giant gas rewards points will give me 50 cents off per gallon of gas and that’s helpful. So, I go to this shell station I’m not familiar with and apparently was really fucking distracted. I was entertaining the baby and not looking at what I was doing and put 5 gallons of diesel in my car.

I realize what I did when the pump kept clicking off. And I was like “that’s… weird?” I called my husband immediately knowing I had done a really not so good thing. Thankfully I did not start my car. Just in case you don’t know Diesel is a completely different type of fuel than petrol gas. It’s less combustible and has a lubricant in it (so it can literally gunk up your engine and fuel system). He said they’d have to siphon it out. So, basically a tow truck and 4 hours later my car is basically empty of the diesel. At least we hope. I haven’t gone over to pick up up yet but we need to replace it with high octane gasoline now because diesel lowers the combustion rate and while it burns off the car will smoke (black smoke, too). So…. I’m nervous. I had a legitimate breakdown yesterday thinking I had ruined my fucking car. And we can only hope we got it all out. Greg said we basically need to dilute it as much as possible, whatever is left over and hope for the best.