I was just vomiting so badly I woke up David. (It’s kind of easy to do, since we’re all in one room–we tend to wake each other up pretty easily. )
Yesterday I was doing a little bit better, so I thought the horrible sore throat I had the day before wasn’t going to turn into an awful flu after all,
but then today I was blowing my nose and blowing my nose, then I was getting more and more nauseous as the night went on.
(The Pizza Pizza I ate earlier probably didn’t help anything.)
I look some flagy about 20 minutes ago, then my stomach just exploded.
“Mommy, do you need to go to the hospital?”
In between emptying the contents of my stomach into the trash can next to me,
“No, I’ll be okay David…I’ll be okay….”
Wretch wretch wretch.
“You should do your IVIG Mommy, you should do your IVIG.”
Yes David, that’s a good idea…it’s been a few days…
But right now I just need to lay back down on the couch.
“I’ll be okay David. Just go back to sleep, I’ll be okay.”
I could feel his little worry spilling over from the other side of the couch, where he sleeps in a small nook on the floor. I didn’t need to see his face to hear the worry in his voice.
I hope I’ll be okay. I’m trying to be okay….