Life is Good

Yesterday was not a good day at all. I woke up with a sour stomach and suspect it may have been the few oz. of golden mushroom soup I had about an hour before bedtime. I hadn’t eaten a whole lot and was worried about how I’d feel in the morning if I didn’t get some more food on my stomach. Turns out, I probably would have been better off not putting anything on my stomach.

I woke up yesterday morning and could just tell that it was going to be a rough day. I had some jello, waited about half an hour and then started taking my pills. I took my meds (three pills) over about an hour and in the time I was waiting to start on my supplements (a daily multi vitamin and my calcium), I started dry heaving. Not only that, but I started with the diarrhea as well. Of course, I’m not cutting any breaks and often had both ends going at one time. By the time things calmed down, I was pale, pasty and breaking out in a cold sweat. I brushed my teeth, rinsed my mouth out with some mouthwash and went to research on the internets about what to do for a sour stomach. Finding a recipe for ginger tea, I sent Erik out to the grocery store (he’s been making about one trip a day for various things as I need them; never argues or anything, the second after I put in my order, he is walking out of the house, keys in hand).

I put some chicken broth on the stove while he’s gone and when he gets back I add a little ginger to the broth. I have to ask him to watch the broth while I go back to the bathroom for round two of the “Warring Orifices.” Once I recover, I plop down in my recliner and ask Erik to bring me a few oz of the broth. I get a few sips down, take some phenergan and decide my supplements can go fly for the day.

By now I’ve realized that there is something about me moving around too much that seems to make the nausea and vomiting worse so I decide to give in and just go back to bed for a while. I grab “Dead Until Dark,” the fluff book I bought to read in the hospital (which incidentally, while I LOVE True Blood, the book itself is really horribly written). I manage to read about a paragraph and even that seems to make me sick so I shut off my light and sleep until about 4pm.

When I wake up, I’m feeling slightly better and decide to make some ginger tea. While it is simmering on the stove, I ask erik to make another trip to the store for some antacid, just in case the ginger tea doesn’t work. I also mention I’d love the new People magazine with Bethenny Frankel on the cover…as sick as I feel, nothing can stifle my craving for Hollywood gossip.

20 minutes later, he is back home with everything I asked for as well as some diet Canada dry, some honey vanilla chamomile tea and a bag of sugar free chocolate calcium chews for me to try. Unfortunately the calcium chews are not calcium citrate so I can’t use them, but he was a sweetheart for trying to find an alternative to the current chewable tablets that give me the most trouble.

Erik makes me a cup of ginger tea and I add a bag of the honey chamomile to it (turns out ginger tea isn’t all that delicious by itself, but then, I think I made it too strong lol). He actually brings it to me in one of my grandmother’s coffee mugs which is strangely comforting and I manage to get about half down.

Over the next couple of hours, I’ll have a few popsicles and then some jello before I take my evening meds and go to bed.

This morning, I’m feeling better. I guess I will have to take it easy today and keep anything I consume very bland. On a positive note, I officially left the 400’s FOREVER today :) . When I weighed myself this morning (I can’t help it guys), I was at 399…life is good :)