Just as my over-taxed heart was looking for reasons to continue to bemoan that things might not be going so well, I got a love letter from Wheelie.
In the form of nausea to the point where both eating and not eating induce strong “I’m about to puke”-ness. To the point where I haven’t taken insulin since Saturday when I took my regular done and then couldn’t eat much…causing me to bottom out and chow down on high sugar things (which in turn had me dry heaving for the better part of two hours).
Thanks honey…love you too. But could Mommy PLEASE have one meal a day that she can eat? If not, soon we’ll have to call in reinforcements in the form of Reglan or Zofran.