This not feeling well thing is really a drag. I went to bed at 7 last night. After sleeping half the day on the couch. I woke up somewhere around 6 and went back to bed around 7. Stayed there til 10. Yesterday I ate some rice, a banana and half a thing of yogurt. I’m barely even hungry.
I have to get back on my feet. I’m having a piece of toast. My friend Beth is bringing me some chicken soup. Thank God, because I have no ability to go to the store yet. I can’t believe I got this stupid stomach bug again. Luckily, I have some of the meds leftover that the doc gave me last time. Hopefully in 24 hours I’ll be feeling better.
The last time I had this, it went on for weeks. I was tested for every conceivable intestinal bug, and they all came up negative. So, I feel like it’s not worth my time to go see a doc at the moment, because it’s exactly the same thing. I think a lot of it is emotional. Just so many changes in the last 2 months.
My sister texted me, and she will be here on Thursday. I can’t wait for her to be here. I need to get over there on Wednesday and put some food in her fridge, and sweep up the rest of the dead palmetto bugs, lol. She’s so much like my Mom. It will just be wonderful to have her close by.
I have so much to do with this house. I keep getting set back, the car accident and now this bug. I was really homesick last night and this morning. For the doctors I could just call, for the friends that I had that would bring me soup. In fact, just for the people I love up there. Felt sorry for myself, not my normal MO. But then this morning, Beth offered to bring me soup, and my sister texted me, and the world is starting to right itself again.
Thanks for all your well wishes. It means a lot, really.
Love and light.