I woke up hungry.
Which, after spending yesterday puking, waiting to puke, and holding my stomach because of cramps, was an amazing feeling. I ate a bowl of raisin bran. The first true meal I've had since Thursday's dinner.
Poor Nathan. Poor, sweet Nathan. He left Wednesday morning for Texas, and he called me while he was gone, and every time he called yesterday, I was crying. He got home last night--luckily, he was able to get a ride from someone, because I was in no shape to drive. He almost immediately left again for the grocery store and came back with chicken ramen, chicken noodle soup, chunky chicken noodle soup, 7-Up, and, for when I'm feeling better, Reese's peanut butter cups.
Last night I slept like the dead, no cramps waking me like they did yesterday, and cuddled with Nathan and felt good. I woke up hungry. I must be better.
Poor Nathan. Poor, sweet Nathan. He left Wednesday morning for Texas, and he called me while he was gone, and every time he called yesterday, I was crying. He got home last night--luckily, he was able to get a ride from someone, because I was in no shape to drive. He almost immediately left again for the grocery store and came back with chicken ramen, chicken noodle soup, chunky chicken noodle soup, 7-Up, and, for when I'm feeling better, Reese's peanut butter cups.
Last night I slept like the dead, no cramps waking me like they did yesterday, and cuddled with Nathan and felt good. I woke up hungry. I must be better.