Well, I think I am falling apart. Yesterday (Saturday) I was feeling pretty well up until the evening rolled around. Suffice to say, my list of complaints run as thus: pain under where my right ribcage is, and a pain in my lower right side close to the bottom of my hip. Days ago I sneezed and ever since then I've been babysitting these strange pains wondering if A) I popped something out of whack with a moderate sneeze or B) I'm just getting a very early birthday present aka ailment/surgery for next year (liver? spleen? how about a nice appendicidis? Tumor? Oh, what will it be...). Seems like that's been happening lately. 2 yrs ago I got news of the gallbladder, this year for my birthday results of bulging disks in my neck/spine. Yeehaw. And who says I don't get something nice for my birthday...
I hardly slept last night so around noon I just looked at hubby and said that I couldn't stay awake and konked out for 5 hours. I so needed it. I still woke up sore in those to spots that are bugging me, but at least I got some shuteye.
Hubby was great during the day. He did dishes (I swear after one day of being laid up and not being able to move much the dishes seem to multiply far worse than when I left them) and breakfast. I feel worse after eating so I nibbled on what he made throughout the day.
The last few days I was making the Indian flatbread and it seems to go with everything. Today since I was off kilter Hubby was in charge of doing dinners. Kiddo doesn't fuss too much with what he eats. Both do well with peanut butter and jelly sammiches (dread anything that isn't organic. The hydrogenatided crap should but used in target practice). By the way, Hubby says don't use the following combination: peanut butter, cheese and pepperoini. Not good. Not good at all. (I'll take his word for it).
Hoping water won't give me any trouble, getting thirsty. My hunger is abated psychologically knowing that I can sit upwrite to type this, otherwise I'd be in a world of hurt. Everything is seeming to set something internally off. Air, depending on how deep I inhail it, shouldn't be too much of a bother, hopefully.
Before I head to bed it's ibuprophen and Malox. Wow, do I feel old.
Hope you feel better. Not being able to eat is bad, but if you can't drink you'll end up in the hospital really fast.
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