I woke up today feeling really crappy...in more ways than one. Something has been trying to come down with me all day. I've had a slight fever, been suffering from diarrhea (and that went into a full IBS mode!), plus I kept trying to throw up. However, with nothing really in my stomach, that didn't produce much. My nose has been running and I'm producing a LOT of that snotty stuff each time I blow it.
The Beast tried to feed me, even going to Captain D's and buying me the shrimp dinner that I usually love. But I couldn't face it without wanting to vomit again so it's sitting in the fridge in case I feel better tomorrow. I've been drinking ice water and didn't even have any coffee today...and you know I really feel awful if I can't even face a cup of coffee!
The Beast has to go to the Pain Clinic tomorrow for his back. The doctor gave him a prescription for Tramadol but just enough for a month. If they want to give him something from the Pain Clinic, he'll get a new prescription I guess. His back problem really is serious. He's afraid to lift anything the least bit heavy because it becomes immediately unbearable. He's been taking a pain pill before bed and sleeping under my small heading blanket. He's finished with the Prednisone tablets which he had to take for five days and each day the dose diminished. But those helped at least and he stopped whining all the time.
Then...on Wednesday, he has to see his pulmonary doctor again for an assessment and he'll get more of the stuff he has to use when his COPD gives him a *beating*. The doctor has been really good about giving him some of the samples he gets from the various drug companies. He also tells him to call the office when he needs more and he goes and picks them up. That's a really nice doctor but he worries about his older patients being able to afford the drugs and possibly not using them when they really need them. It happens.
If I continue to feel this bad, I will go in and see my doctor. I have a feeling that I may have gotten this from Chewlee since she was sick today (and throwing up...the Princess was complaining that she passed by the bathroom on her way to the kitchen where she WAS going to throw up in the garbage.) Instead, she hit the floor. What is wrong with kids??? LOL Actually, Chewlee had told me she thought her toilet was yukky so I guess that's why she didn't want to use it.
I need to go back to bed now. I really, really hope to feel better tomorrow. Pray for me. I could use all the help I can get.
Love you all. Be good, take care of yourself and drive carefully. The weather is really weird out there so be prepared for anything from thunderstorms to snow. ***Hugs***
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