Well, I've been sick since yesterday with a lot of pain. I knew better than to eat those hot wings. In a lot of pain this morning. Has cheerios and milk and a little coffee. Took the girls to a birthday party this morning. I KNOW. Who schedules a birthday party for Sunday morning? It started at 10:30am. It was at the local bouncy place so of course the girls didn't forget and I had to take them.
So I'm in pain. Can't take anything since I have to drive. It's loud loud loud with music and screaming kids. Luckily there was a bench so I sat. About an hour in the pain got bad and I got nauseated. I'll spare you the details. Needless to say the next hour was awful. I couldn't call my husband to get me because he was gone with my son. On the bright side, the pizza and cake was absolutely no temptation whatsoever.
I laid down when I got home and I've been in bed since. Had a little soup, sprite and crackers and so far it's stayed down. I've got work I should do, but I don't feel like it. Thought I'd better get on and post before I fall asleep. We'll see if I post again today. If not, too bad.
It's three more days until I can get this damn thing out and feel better. I cannot wait. My daughter, the 4 year old, got upset because I guess she'd been thinking about the surgery. "Won't it hurt if they cut your tummy Mommy?" "How will they sew it up?" "I don't want you to go there." We had a long talk about how I have a boo boo in my tummy and the hospital will make it better. She seemed better after that. My 6yr old was patting her and saying, "Don't worry Daddy will be there and he'll bring Mommy right home as soon as they fix her tummy and then Mommy will feel like swimming and playing again."
They are so sweet and it made me realize how my being sick has affected my kids. I feel for Mommies and Daddies that are sick way worse than me and facing way more serious stuff. I have a neighbor who has cancer. I've decided that I'm going to cook dinner for them and offer to watch their kids as soon as I'm feeling better.
I weighed and I was down a pound this morning. Go figure. I give up. That's still up 2 from a couple of weeks ago. I so dread and look forward to getting back to the gym. Either way, I'll feel better and I don't care how hard it is, I'm going back. The gym will be my bitch again real soon. Just 3 more days.