Seriously

Well, it all started when I said I was starting to feel better.... It's been downhill ever since.

On Sunday after church, Brandon and I went to Monicals for lunch. We ordered a salad and pizza. Of course, I drenched my salad in their French dressing (with a little ranch). After my second (small-ish) bowl of salad I looked at Brandon and said I'd be right back. I locked myself in the bathroom and threw up my guts. Ruin my appetite? Never. I rinsed my mouth out, went back out, and finished off that pizza like a champ. I felt pretty crummy all morning, but so much better after getting sick.

Then it was Monday morning. I woke up with the need/want to get sick. However, I would have to go all the way down stairs to do so. So, I sucked it up and waited until it was time to get up to go get sick -- but get sick, I did.

Then, Tuesday morning came. Oh my. I knew I had to work that afternoon, so I got up a little early (to help Brandon with a poopy dog -- I didn't help clean up, btw, just for moral support, you know) and went ahead and got sick to get it out of the way.

But this morning---- oh, this morning----- Seriously. Seriously. I could NOT sleep. This has been a problem, but has been getting better. I'm just so uncomfortable. I have back problems at night anyway, but this is extreme. I've been sleeping with a body pillow for support and making Brandon lie tight up against my back to keep me supported on both sides. But last night NOTHING helped. I ended up officially waking up at 3:30 AM. I refused to get out of bed. I sat up my pillows and just closed my eyes while the silent tears streamed down my face. And no -- I'm not being dramatic. At 4:45ish, Brandon woke up to me sitting on the foot of the bed whimpering. I didn't mean to wake him, but ... well... I did. He rubbed my back a little and said he was planning on getting up at 5 to work out anyway. So, I cried and wished that cuddling up with him would have felt comfortable, cause I'm pretty sure it would have made me feel better.

So, he got up at 5, and so did I. I've not been up at 5:00 since.... I don't even know. I immediately went downstairs and got sick like I've never gotten sick before. Not even with the flu. Unfortunately (or fortunately), all I'd had since about 8:00 the night before was water and ice. But man, oh man. That was rough. So, I sat on the bathroom floor, realizing it needed to be cleaned, while eating crackers and wondering if it's just going to get worse or better.

Seriously. I'm over this sick stuff.