I was so worried about missing Chewlee's birthday party and, come to find out that they decided to celebrate the two kids (Gunner and Chewlee) birthdays together...sort of. Gunner's birthday is June 9th. Chewlee's is May 30th. So, of course, the party is being held on June 11th. LOL! So I don't have to worry about missing it after all. That makes me feel better. I really DO love to see the kids having fun and I believe that Chewlee's paternal grandfather is buying her an above ground pool so there will be that to factor in to their fun.
There truly is nothing worse than not feeling 100% yourself. I've had to continue to take the pills for the diarrhea, about one tab every 8-12 hours but it IS starting to seem like the whole vicious cycle might actually be ending. First of all, I am able to eat and keep things down now and secondly, there is now a difference in the whole item that started all this. It's beginning to take on more than a watery form, if you know what I mean.
I ended up having to take another nausea pill today when Cee dropped by and scared me awake. LOL! Thankfully, they worked great and got rid of the nausea damn near immediately. I found out she had given Michael the last of her pain pills for his sciatica so I gave her a few of mine. Her HMO doesn't provide much in that way for her (typical of so many doctors but especially an HMO) and it's a bitch to be in pain and have nothing to combat it. Mine are relatively minor but still helpful.
Oh, I know....you aren't supposed to *share* medication but she gave me the nausea pills and turn about is only fair play. It was the least I could do. I'll call my doctor on Tuesday and ask for some pills for the morning (mostly) nausea and return them to her so she has them if she should need them again.
In the meantime, Cee told me the Beast gave her a few of the eggs from our chickens and that is what she used to make her French toast for breakfast today. She was surprised, I think, at how much deeper the color of the yolks were but thought they turned out great. I still intend to give at least a dozen to Diane and see what Dennis' reaction is. He is so OCD at times and thinks everyone should live their lives according to HIS way of doing things. He complains about things that never happened the way he tries to tell you it did. Like his complaints about the *loud* Mexican music from a party held by neighbors (not true...we were sitting outside while it was going on and you never heard ANY loud music). He complained about the kids and their *bounce house* the father had rented but they were never loud or rowdy. He just is, at times, a miserable person. Don't get me wrong. He can be great but not when HE is not in control.
Time to head back to bed. I want to get over all this and feel like myself again. I love you all. ***Hugs***
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