Whatever is bothering my kids can go fuck itself with a rusty
chainsaw. Both kids are sick, now--the imp has a painful lower belly,
and told me "Momma, my butt threw up. I don't feel good. I don't want
supper."
There. Is. Nothing. I. Can. Do. Not a
damned thing I can possibly do to make my kids feel better. And that
can fuck right the fuck off while it fucks itself with a two-pronged
Sybian, studded with broken glass, and set on high.
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Hugs, I hate to bring this up, because it's literally a pain in the ass, but have you had your munchkins tested for wheat sensitivity? My chicklets both had horrible intestinal issues, finally went gluten free (took 6 months to detox), they haven't had an intestinal issue in 4 years.
And I agree, that feeling of helplessness can fuckity fuck off.
The imp hasn't had any issues with anything other than food colorings (specifically red). The pixie eats everything, and never has a reaction in any way other than an awful face and "I don't like that. It's yucky," when she hits something she doesn't like.
I'm thinking the both of them just have a virus (and the pixie's is yet another cold).
Helplessness sucks. Sucks ass.
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