I seriously thought I was dying. Dying. My insides were being pulled out by through throat and my head was about to explode. But I am tough, right? I am the warrior who endured three C-sections, not even needing pain killers after leaving the hospital. I was reduced to a sobbing big old cry baby begging for any type of drug that would make the pain go away......
It started on Sunday. I woke up not feeling great, but having the day planned out, I wanted to keep to my schedule. Breakfast, cleaning, lunch, baths, girls to the Children's Museum, dinner, then teaching. Well, we made it to the Children's Museum, and then I crashed. I could feel the flu coming on. Didn't surprise me, Lilli had a small flu bug on Friday and she just wanted me to hold her. Every breath she breathed on me, I knew the little germies where partying their way from her body to mine. Monday morning Jim took the kids to school and I was left to be miserable without having anyone to take care of. Then the vomiting started. Gross, I know. And the WORST pain EVER imaginable. EVER. Around 11:30 I called Jim to tell him to get his butt in the car and come get me to a doctor. An IV, a dose of morphine, a dose of zofran, and a dose of dilaudid later and I could finally breath. The doctor's first thoughts of a blockage were unfounded, and I was released to my bed and another day of relaxation. I have managed to keep down 4 pieces of toast and a lot of ginger ale. Both my work and personal e-mail are overflowing, and I don't really care. I have about 5 episodes of old school Grey's Anatomy to watch, and a lot of time planned with my pillow....
Here's to a better tomorrow.....
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