On Feb. 10, I had a relapse of the stomach flu that, I swear, has sidelined me until today. It included a sickly birthday, a sickly weekend with Randy here for Valentine's Day (I dined on applesauce and Ginger ale) and a six-hour stint in the emergency room for dehydration. What a week!
My last full meal was last Thursday night, and it didn't last. A chicken breast and some carrot raisin salad....Monday night, we took out a job candidate, and all I could manage was half a baked potato. And Ginger ale. God bless my namesake beverage!
I learned a lot about gastroparesis this last week, mostly from the ER doctor who gently cared for me yesterday. He knew right away that my poor addled stomach was the reason I couldn't shake this virus. Two bags of fluid and some Demerol later (yay!) I slept most of last night and some today. He said bed rest, but I can't miss any more classes -- I feel too guilty to stay home.
So that all comes in way of telling you, my wonderful friends, where I've been. I'm still not out of the woods yet, as I still haven't eaten solid food beyond applesauce. But I can watch The Food Network without gagging again (for the most part, haha). That has to be a good sign.
I'll get back to more regular blogging soon, I promise.
Much love, and thanks for wondering,