Could this possibly only be day 4? I think last night definitely counts as the worst yet. After some delicious tacos and two episodes of Reilly, Ace of Spies I was rudely awaken by serious nausea. Managed to throw up on my My Little Pony tray table but I was still hooked up to my ice machine so I couldn't run to the bathroom. This continued until I had thrown up a total of 6 times. It is at that point I decided no more meds until I felt stable. By noon I could keep some yogurt down so I took 5mg of oxycodone after taking nothing for 12 hours. Caffeine was also making me nauseous so I've been fighting a mean caffeine withdrawal headache.
Once I was able to keep some food in my stomach, I took a ciesta for the afternoon. Woke up, did more pt, more ice. Then I looked outside to see my best friend Claire dropping something off at the door. What a sweetie, a care package. She must have read my mind because in my shape im not much for conversation. But now I've got this little guy to keep me company. Thanks Beagles! Thank you everyone for your texts, love and prayers!
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