It's been weeks of agony here, folks. I can not keep food down and I'm nauseous all. the. time. Yesterday I finally went to the hospital, where they hydrated me with a bag full of vitamins and minerals. Finding a vein was the hard part, as anyone whose every been dehydrated can tell you. But they called in "The Man" as I called him, and he took awhile finding one but he triumphed and I was over the moon.
My daughter and son-in-law took turns being with me. The nurse found a med for nausea that actually worked and allow me to rest for awhile. Those ER beds are NOT comfortable, and my back was screaming at me. My SIL dutifully (and lovingly) found ways of stuff a pillow behind me to provide relief.
I'm home now, and hydrated, and a feeling better than I have in days. But I still have a way to go. I'm down 40 pounds since March 28 and it's been a terrible way to drop weight. I am confident I will pass through this phase and when I'm on the other side we'll all have a good laugh about it, right?
I just heard on the news about the elementary school shooting in Texas. Read it in the NY Times. Not even going to turn on the t.v. We all know the story too well by now, don't we? We are a sick country. Maybe should amend that to say sick politicians, who lack a moral backbone and won't do a damned thing about gun control, even though most of the country wants them to.
I've been tuning out the news and most television, since while being sick, I find I get motion sickness watching the screen. I'm okay with that.
Looking forward to better days.