Run over by the nausea truck...
Ugh.
My body hates me. I'm sure of this.
Yesterday I got run over by a truckload of nausea and vertigo, and it was awful. I've been fighting it all day...and it seems I may have finally won the battle, thanks to some illicit substances. At least I managed to keep a good bit of food down and hydrate. I had to cancel my physical therapy appointment I had scheduled for this morning, but I made a new one for next week. Tomorrow I have the big doctor's appointment to look over my new MRI film and decide what should be done. I'm quite nervous and just a tiny bit scared. Thank goodness for the prime cuddling me and keeping me calm. I'm kind of afraid to go alone, but I have to, so I need to suck it up and deal. Other than feeling sick and sore, I'm pretty happy and I feel very loved. That's about all I could ever ask for, right? Well...except for more cuddling...but I'm an addict.
My body hates me. I'm sure of this.
Yesterday I got run over by a truckload of nausea and vertigo, and it was awful. I've been fighting it all day...and it seems I may have finally won the battle, thanks to some illicit substances. At least I managed to keep a good bit of food down and hydrate. I had to cancel my physical therapy appointment I had scheduled for this morning, but I made a new one for next week. Tomorrow I have the big doctor's appointment to look over my new MRI film and decide what should be done. I'm quite nervous and just a tiny bit scared. Thank goodness for the prime cuddling me and keeping me calm. I'm kind of afraid to go alone, but I have to, so I need to suck it up and deal. Other than feeling sick and sore, I'm pretty happy and I feel very loved. That's about all I could ever ask for, right? Well...except for more cuddling...but I'm an addict.