You see my dilemma, perhaps
So the stomach thing is getting worse instead of better. Just to add to the fun, my cough has come back. And my left ankle stopped working. To misquote Al Swearengen: The night ain't fuckin' over. I swear to you, if I wake up with leprosy I shall be quite vexed.
I wanted to take some cough syrup for the cough, but I know from experience that if I take it on an empty stomach it provokes a gall bladder attack. Already had a nasty one of those yesterday, thank you, so I'm not looking to stir up another. That means that I have to eat something. But I have the nausea and the intestinal cramping and all that nonsense. Something's gotta give, right? Plus? I really need some sleep.
I flapped my way out to the kitchen (seriously, it was like I had a duck foot on my left side there), and settled on a rice cake with a thin layer of peanut butter and a cup of hot chocolate. Rice cake down. Go in for the cough syrup - and there's only a half a dose left. Which is better than nothing, so I take it. Then I take a sip of hot chocolate. Then I flap quickly into the bathroom. Sigh. Actually, I managed to keep it down, but it was an effort worthy of an epic poem. Or considering the tiny size of my post-surgical pouch, perhaps just a haiku.
Next I needed Gravol for the nausea. Gravol. Here, Gravol. No, really. Come here. Tore apart the kitchen cabinet cum pharmaceutical locker, but no Gravol. Flap back to my room (actually my ankle was almost back to normal by then), rip that apart and find one (1) tab of Gravol. And here it sits. Because my stomach is so queasy I'm not sure I'll be able to keep it down, and then where will I be? Waah. Waaah, I say. Waaaaaah.
I'll give my stomach a couple more minutes, and then I'm going for it.
Oh, what the hell. One more time. Waaah.
I wanted to take some cough syrup for the cough, but I know from experience that if I take it on an empty stomach it provokes a gall bladder attack. Already had a nasty one of those yesterday, thank you, so I'm not looking to stir up another. That means that I have to eat something. But I have the nausea and the intestinal cramping and all that nonsense. Something's gotta give, right? Plus? I really need some sleep.
I flapped my way out to the kitchen (seriously, it was like I had a duck foot on my left side there), and settled on a rice cake with a thin layer of peanut butter and a cup of hot chocolate. Rice cake down. Go in for the cough syrup - and there's only a half a dose left. Which is better than nothing, so I take it. Then I take a sip of hot chocolate. Then I flap quickly into the bathroom. Sigh. Actually, I managed to keep it down, but it was an effort worthy of an epic poem. Or considering the tiny size of my post-surgical pouch, perhaps just a haiku.
Next I needed Gravol for the nausea. Gravol. Here, Gravol. No, really. Come here. Tore apart the kitchen cabinet cum pharmaceutical locker, but no Gravol. Flap back to my room (actually my ankle was almost back to normal by then), rip that apart and find one (1) tab of Gravol. And here it sits. Because my stomach is so queasy I'm not sure I'll be able to keep it down, and then where will I be? Waah. Waaah, I say. Waaaaaah.
I'll give my stomach a couple more minutes, and then I'm going for it.
Oh, what the hell. One more time. Waaah.