I am kind of almost better, I think. I didn’t spend *all* of today in bed, so that’s a good change. What’s making me better is over the counter Pepcid at 4x the recommended dose. And STILL my stomach is all acidy and hurty, but just the regular kind, not the stabby kind. My doctor gave me a prescription for super strong Prilosec, but that gave me hives and made my throat feel funny, so no more of that for me. Who’s got two thumbs and is allergic to something stupid like antacid? This chick. Of course.
Anyway, feeling better is so extraordinarily nice. I am getting all hepped up on the stuff I want to do now that I don’t feel like barfing 24/7, but I guess I’m pretty wiped out because it was all I could do to stay awake late enough to get Lex from school tonight at 10pm.
And, I can’t even believe that I FORGOT to take the night time dose of Pepcid until like two hours after I should have. Now I’ve got an alarm set for every 12 hours to remind me to dose myself, for the next 6 weeks or so. If you’ve got a voodoo doll of someone you passionately hate, and it works, poke the stomach part and give them gastritis. Trust me, it’s terrible enough to make them feel like they’re in hell and to land you there for doing it to them.
I’m trying to talk myself into feeling not so sad, but so far I’m not succeeding. I guess it’ll happen when I’m ready. I know that my dad wouldn’t want me to be so sad all the time, but he and I were really pretty crazy about one another and apparently you just can’t have it both ways.