Yet another rough day in this house. I've only been upright for about five hours and am already totally worn out. Mom was super sweet today. She even made me "breakfast"...at 4 pm. She scrambled some eggs and reheated potatoes that the wonderful caregiver cooked. And that was it for her....she started gagging and hasn't stopped since. We were going to have the PT guy over, but mom can't stop gagging and throwing up bile. Due to her roux-en-y in 1995, she can't really throw up like normal folk. Sometimes I wish she could. I wonder if it would help stop the nausea.
We're sort of pathetic, but I'm happy with how we're dealing with this. We're trying to take one step at a time, and helping each other. I got the clothes out of the dryer, and mom said she'd try to fold them tonight, so they're on her bed. It's like I have no legs and she has no arms. A sad little duo helping each other, holding each other up. I am too sick to drive, so I didn't get to run the few small errands I was supposed to, but maybe tomorrow will be easier. I wish this cough would stop. I feel it in my chest but it's just not coming out. Feels like I'm drowning. Sucks.
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