Loving Someone = You Get Sick Too

Remember how I said you really love someone when you run towards puke?  Next time I should probably remember how poorly that is going to work out for me.  Asher's experience with the GI bug that went through our house was like falling down while rollerblading when you have knee pads, elbow pads, wrist guards, and a helmet and were going .5 mph.  He puked for three hours, went to bed, woke up and ate everything in our house and sprung back to 100% in about ten seconds.  My experience with the bug (which yes, after running to the puke, I got) was like getting hit by an f'ing semi truck.  I was physically ill from 8:30 a.m. to 10:30 p.m., lost 4 pounds in less than 24 hours, had an arrhythmia that wouldn't quit but couldn't take my med because my blood pressure for most of the day was 83/45, and ate (unsuccessfully) two saltine crackers.

So while I thought I might finally have a week without getting poked or having to see a doctor... nope.  After talking to my OB at 10:30 last night, I have an appointment for tomorrow morning to make sure the baby didn't get as ravaged by whatever virus tried to rip apart my insides as I did.

This morning, after realizing I am slingshotting between orthostatic hypertension and orthostatic hypotension, Ben and I decided it was probably best to bring Asher to Renae's.  Which was smart, because I almost passed out in her kitchen after standing for three minutes.  

I am now home in bed, doing work, mainlining gatorade (not going to lie, I did rummage through our medicine cabinet (which has more medical supplies than you would expect) to see if there was enough stuff to give myself a gatorade IV...it's possible the dehydration has made me delusional...) trying to rehydrate and get my body back on track.  

My immune system and body are really on a roll these days.

Asher right after he woke up yesterday morning, after having been sick the night before.  Lounge cat immediately started drinking water and ate toast, cereal, a waffle, and more cereal.

Feeling good, like nothing every happened, chowing down on toast.

About thirty minutes after waking up, I realized I didn't feel so hot.  So I laid down on the couch.  That's when I got puke-anticipation paralyzed.  You know the feeling where you know your about to puke so you don't move, because you are sure that if you don't move an inch, that feeling will pass?  Well Asher (somehow) realized my incredible vulnerability immediately and took it upon himself to terrorize our house, ransacking our fridge and piling food (after this picture was taken he added grapes, yogurt, salami, and limes) on my ailing belly, along with his shoes while screaming at me "Outside! Outside! Outside!".   Then he jumped on my stomach.  Then I puked.  Then Ben came home...thank god.