I know it has been a while but, MAN, I am sick. Tried to go to the doc but couldn’t make it because of the puking so we had a telephone appointment instead. So here is the scoop. I got some sort of stomach flu or infection that started a long downward spiral of irritation, pain and nausea. Gastroenteritis. My stomach is so ulcerated and irritated it is making my diaphragm irritated too. Do you know what that means? Hiccups half a dozen times a day.
The plan is that I have to take these 2 medications and so far they have brought things down to a dull roar. I am still super weak and dizzy since I have basically not eaten for 2 weeks. Tiny sips of water is what I can manage right now. Nausea is always lurking around to jump out screaming at any time with any provocation. My doc encouraged me to try a little food last night so I had 3 sips of broth and 3 saltine crackers and it took every ounce of willpower in my body not to hurl that back up again. THIS IS SOOOO FRUSTRATING. Apparently my stomach has shrunk down to an ineffective nubbin from The Great Sushi Maw it once was.
Did I mention I am totally phobic about vomiting? Oh yeah. Throw that into the mix and you get a daily freak out too and stress levels off the planet.
I have essentially been in bed for a couple weeks while my apartment is a mess and needs to be packed for my move at the end of the month. My landlord is going to start showing my suite this weekend and I will have to hide all the barf bags and strategically placed buckets and then physically hide myself in my car with a container of sorts while the tour goes on. Barfing while somebody views your place is not a great selling point.
Sorry that I have not been posting or commenting or phoning or even talking to you when you stand over my sorta emaciated (the bum fat has proven to be very stubborn but my abs look great) form in bed. I just feel hela icky.
But I miss you.