Crohn's
can fuck right off. The timing was/is NOT appreciated.
Rose got to go to the doc today (she's fine; lingering cold stuff has given her a bad throat requiring antibiotics) - B had to be there, as it's a crapshoot today as to whether or not I could sit up well for the gut screaming at me. Fuck you, gut. I may be better tomorrow but it always takes me at least a day to recover from this shit AND I HATE IT SO FUCKING MUCH. Knitting today was for shit. I couldn't really even knit through the cramping, I had to hold my (elastic) waistband and the safety belt, when in the car, away from my stomach. Redeeming factors of today's episode have been no real nausea, just lack of real interest in food, and no throwing up. And a near three-hour nap when we got home. And the fact that the doc's office has its own dispensary, so we didn't have to kill an hour while waiting for meds. No knitting night out for me, tonight.
I so wish that there was a safe decongestant for babies. She could really use one - she'd rest better and she'd thereby start feeling better quicker. And of course, a Mommy in a Crohn's flare who gets rest is a Mommy who recuperates quicker, herself, so there's that, too. I need to go to Nashville on Saturday - but not if I'm not recovered. Dammit.
Right about now I wish I had to hand more fiction paperbacks that I haven't already read.
Rose got to go to the doc today (she's fine; lingering cold stuff has given her a bad throat requiring antibiotics) - B had to be there, as it's a crapshoot today as to whether or not I could sit up well for the gut screaming at me. Fuck you, gut. I may be better tomorrow but it always takes me at least a day to recover from this shit AND I HATE IT SO FUCKING MUCH. Knitting today was for shit. I couldn't really even knit through the cramping, I had to hold my (elastic) waistband and the safety belt, when in the car, away from my stomach. Redeeming factors of today's episode have been no real nausea, just lack of real interest in food, and no throwing up. And a near three-hour nap when we got home. And the fact that the doc's office has its own dispensary, so we didn't have to kill an hour while waiting for meds. No knitting night out for me, tonight.
I so wish that there was a safe decongestant for babies. She could really use one - she'd rest better and she'd thereby start feeling better quicker. And of course, a Mommy in a Crohn's flare who gets rest is a Mommy who recuperates quicker, herself, so there's that, too. I need to go to Nashville on Saturday - but not if I'm not recovered. Dammit.
Right about now I wish I had to hand more fiction paperbacks that I haven't already read.
