Friday Smells Like Yogurt

It's a minor miracle that dinner chicken sandwich and I didn't part company.  Neither of us knew what we were getting into.  We were young and inexperienced (and I'm pretty sure the chicken had turned).  I'm proud of us for sticking it through.

I felt queasy the entire night, thanks to the chicken friend in my tummy.  At 4am I was administered some drugs to ease the quease.  When I woke up, around 7am, I decided to try and eat some more food.  Two yogurts, one lemon and one raspberry.  This was followed with a glass of apple juice.  I ate the lemon yogurt first.  I previously believed the stomach to be a LIFO, last in, first out system.  It isn't.

Mid-phone call with Tim, 9am, and I'm apologizing for the need to vomit.  Sadly, I'm sorry Tim, I left Tim on the phone to listen.  I didn't realize it'd take so long.  So, so long.  After setting the phone on the bed I assumed the lotus pose in front of the toilet, that's how cool people vomit, and formed a relationship between my sinuses and yogurt that wasn't meant to be.  The rest of the day has smelled like yogurt.

It'll be a while before I go back for more yogurt.  The worst of it is that, despite quantity, I wasn't done.  The nurse came in while I was trying to sleep off the sense of nausea.  She asked me to sit up.  That's all it takes sometimes.  That's all it took this time.

Greg is visiting.  He is my only visitor of the day.  Greg has singlehandedly stopped me from going a day without visitors.  It's appreciated.  I get soft and mushy if no one stops by.  I need more reasons to sit up straight and act awake.

I just finished a burger for dinner.  Let's really hope it stays down.  700 calories appears to be the total for the day.

What are the good parts of today?  Greg visiting.  Talking with Tim and Buffy on the phone.  Learning something new about stomach accounting processes.  Daydreaming about my family, their happiness and their care.  Love texts from Emily.  Calls from Emily and the boys.  Max telling me that he counted to 300.  Those are great ways to fill up a day.

Emily will visit tomorrow.  Tomorrow will be another good day.  Let me find a good picture of Emily.  Have I mentioned that Emily is my favorite person?  Yes, out of all of the peoples, she is my favorite.  But you don't get a picture of the inimitable Emily today, just me and my boys.

Today has been a good day.