Shameless complaining
It's like it never ends. I need to catch a break here.
I barely slept last night, couldn't get comfortable and my tummy was hungry. I'd made myself french toast for dinner. It tasted good. In the morning, I slammed some Ensure and ate a banana, and then felt queasy. Got back into bed and fell asleep until NOON. What the heck?? And as soon as I took in a breath, there was the most intense sharp stabbing pain in my left side. It was crushing. Dad came over to examine me, and we determined that it had been, perhaps, too soon for solid food. My insides are so sensitive and tortured from all the hell they've been put through, and the descending colon must have a little scratch or something. Even now, ten hours later, it hurts the same. And I am hungry. Ensure just doesn't do it. I want pizza so badly. But I have to stick to liquids, at least for the next day or two. It's pure torture. I'm hungry, queasy, in pain, and pissed off. Waaaah.
Jason and I were supposed to go to Chicago this weekend but it's just not in the cards for me. Better to regain my strength for our big trip to Miami Beach on Dec. 22. I am really looking forward to it! And I better damn well be able to eat solid food when we're there!
I barely slept last night, couldn't get comfortable and my tummy was hungry. I'd made myself french toast for dinner. It tasted good. In the morning, I slammed some Ensure and ate a banana, and then felt queasy. Got back into bed and fell asleep until NOON. What the heck?? And as soon as I took in a breath, there was the most intense sharp stabbing pain in my left side. It was crushing. Dad came over to examine me, and we determined that it had been, perhaps, too soon for solid food. My insides are so sensitive and tortured from all the hell they've been put through, and the descending colon must have a little scratch or something. Even now, ten hours later, it hurts the same. And I am hungry. Ensure just doesn't do it. I want pizza so badly. But I have to stick to liquids, at least for the next day or two. It's pure torture. I'm hungry, queasy, in pain, and pissed off. Waaaah.
Jason and I were supposed to go to Chicago this weekend but it's just not in the cards for me. Better to regain my strength for our big trip to Miami Beach on Dec. 22. I am really looking forward to it! And I better damn well be able to eat solid food when we're there!
posted by Rachel Troxell at 10:12 PM
3 Comments:
Oh Rach. Complain all you want! We are here to listen (read) and sympathize. Poor you. I don't blame you for feeling so upset--it sounds awful! I am SO happy, though, that in just one week of the new drug, your liver has gotten smaller. What a relief. This other thing will pass (no pun intended) soon, and you will be able to have a great time in Miami. Thinking of you as always.
Love,
Maren
i prefer the word venting to complaining. complaining is unfounded whining. venting is purposeful bitching about a unanimously agreed upon rotten situation. venting is what you're supposed to do with friends and family -- that's what we're here for -- to listen. i think we would all do more if we could...but for now, consider us your captive audience and use us as you wish.
I don't like it, Rachel, toooo many blog entries! I liked it better when there was no news; no reason to update us.
You've had a bad spell lately and I truly hope things settle down to boring, boring, boring.
Love,
Mina
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