are not death in this case, but an amusing ancedote.
Today I decided to treat myself to a juice and piece of chocolate on my afternoon walk. I was a major chocoholic preband and I've been very good until now. But next to the cash register they had those little round Lindt chocolate truffles, so I thought "I deserve it." and bought it. Not having anywhere to put it, I stuck it in my pocket to enjoy a few minutes later.
Work has been really hectic and before I got back to my office, I got stopped by half a dozen people with various questions. Then I had to prep for a meeting, facilitate the meeting, drive like a maniac to pick up my kids, make dinner, clean up and get the boys in the tub. I finally sat down and notied this reddish brown stain on my pants. I thought I had somehow opened one of my incisions (I had a c-section and lost sensation in my abodmen so I wouldn't necessarily be able to tell if I had.) what the heck? :faint: I looked my stomach all over before I realized: it was chocolate.
:nervous
frog.