My last post was last Wednesday. My week since then has been crazy busy and exhausting. Normally my week regularly includes two days of babysitting for my 18 month old nephew, my art class on Wednesday night, and seeing friends on Saturday night. This week has held more crazyness than I have been accustomed to.
Wednesday night, I ran late to my art class because I left late and people in other cars apparently don't know how to drive. The class was fun, as always, but more exhausting than usual. We learned bamboo and dragonflies. I will share my attempts with you in a later post.
By the end of class I felt utterly drained. I had spent most of the afternoon on the phone answering questions for my insurance agency. The woman I was talking to had as much warmth as a snowball in the antarctic. So, I had already been very tired when I got to class, so by the end I was so tired I could hardly keep my feet under me.
When I got home I felt so much worse that I asked my mother to babysit my nephew the next day instead of me. She agreed. I drank a glass of grapefruit juice and took my evening medications and climbed into bed.
Half past midnight, on the dot, I woke up and rushed into the bathroom and became violently ill. This continued the entire night. What made it worse was that every time I vomited my nose would begin to run. It was one of the most unpleasant experiences I have had in a long time. Every hour, on the hour, I was in the bathroom on my knees with my head in the toilet bowl. In between, I would huddle in my bed wrapped in a fleece blanket or sit on the bathroom floor, leaned up against the wall, wrapped in the same. At around four thirty in the morning the vomiting, etc, finally let up and I was able to get a few hours of sleep. I woke on Thursday still feeling poorly, and the moment I sat up I had to reach for the handy waste basket I keep next to my bed. Ugh.
I stayed in bed for a bit, until the heaves were finished and then made myself a nest downstairs in the easy chair for the day. In between cat naps, I read yet another Terry Pratchett novel. I drank two glasses of tap water and later in the day, tried some saltine crackers and lemon seltzer water. For dinner I had cream of wheat. I showered and went to bed.
When I woke on Friday, I felt much better and felt nearly human again after a warm shower. Friday held a surprise of its own: Mindrift. Read about it in my next post.
Wednesday night, I ran late to my art class because I left late and people in other cars apparently don't know how to drive. The class was fun, as always, but more exhausting than usual. We learned bamboo and dragonflies. I will share my attempts with you in a later post.
By the end of class I felt utterly drained. I had spent most of the afternoon on the phone answering questions for my insurance agency. The woman I was talking to had as much warmth as a snowball in the antarctic. So, I had already been very tired when I got to class, so by the end I was so tired I could hardly keep my feet under me.
When I got home I felt so much worse that I asked my mother to babysit my nephew the next day instead of me. She agreed. I drank a glass of grapefruit juice and took my evening medications and climbed into bed.
Half past midnight, on the dot, I woke up and rushed into the bathroom and became violently ill. This continued the entire night. What made it worse was that every time I vomited my nose would begin to run. It was one of the most unpleasant experiences I have had in a long time. Every hour, on the hour, I was in the bathroom on my knees with my head in the toilet bowl. In between, I would huddle in my bed wrapped in a fleece blanket or sit on the bathroom floor, leaned up against the wall, wrapped in the same. At around four thirty in the morning the vomiting, etc, finally let up and I was able to get a few hours of sleep. I woke on Thursday still feeling poorly, and the moment I sat up I had to reach for the handy waste basket I keep next to my bed. Ugh.
I stayed in bed for a bit, until the heaves were finished and then made myself a nest downstairs in the easy chair for the day. In between cat naps, I read yet another Terry Pratchett novel. I drank two glasses of tap water and later in the day, tried some saltine crackers and lemon seltzer water. For dinner I had cream of wheat. I showered and went to bed.
When I woke on Friday, I felt much better and felt nearly human again after a warm shower. Friday held a surprise of its own: Mindrift. Read about it in my next post.
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