Thursday 22 January 2009

Relapse

I thought I was getting better. As of yesterday, I wasn't. David was so concerned that he took the day off to "look after me". I tried not to go into the kitchen (smell/sight of food) because I didn't want to see the results of his attempt to get a bowl of Ready Brek into his son in my nice clean kitchen. After my second projectile vomit of the morning, he rang for the doctor because "this isn't right". We'd already had the "you're not, you know, you know......" conversation. I answered him whilst reading Armitage Shanks at very close quarters (after doing some in-my-head counting) and assured him he wasn't going to become a father again, weeks after becoming a grandfather.

"She's just not eating or drinking but keeps being sick and you know at the other end and I'm worried." I mentally rolled my eyes (too much energy to actually do it) at my beloved husband's attempt to get our GP out of his warm comfy consulting room. But then I had to throw up. Again. Obviously, Lovely Loretta at the Surgery heard me chundering and promised the doctor would be with us "soon".

He arrived just as David was leaving to collect Mac from school - he asked the same question that David did and received short shrift. I know that pregnancy affects different women in different ways but come on! I had intimate knowledge of every grain of pattern in our laminate flooring and I know the ingredients of Flash Liquid, that's not normal.

Apparently it's "something doing the rounds" and he's given me some nutrition drink that taste likes chocolate flavoured socks and told me to rest. David took today off to "look after me" but I've insisted he goes back to work tomorrow because I can't actually cope with feeling like this and being "looked after".

God love him!

9 comments:

Tim Atkinson said...

Sounds awful - feeling ill and having to be a patient at the same time - poor you! Hope you feel better soon.

Potty Mummy said...

Get well soon - and keep this one to yourself. I mean, I'ld like to lose weight and everything, but the cleaner isn't coming again until next Wednesday...

ADDY said...

Get well soon.

Anonymous said...

Oooh, sounds nasty. Hope the drink helps and you start to feel better soon. You'll feel drained with all the throwing up too!

CJ xx

aims said...

Seems I did ask that exact question didn't I? (goes and looks) Yup!

Now - eurrrgh.....an illness that makes you clean like a lunatic AND throw up whilst sitting on the potty.


Ummmmm - no thanks. I'm thankful for the giant pond between us at the moment. Truly I am!

Anonymous said...

Sounds horrible, mothers should not be allowed to be ill . I hope you are on the mend now

Anonymous said...

I'm feeling much better now thank you.....those chocolate sock flavoured drinks have worked miracles.

And because I have cheek bones (thanks Bea), a flattish stomach (nothing a pair of control pants won't sort out) and a pale, interesting face I've been tempted out to my friend Andy's fortieth birthday at Ruby Blue in Leicester Square tomorrow night. David is concerned, not that it's a gay club, but because he feels I'm too "frail" to "hold my own". Whatever that means. we shall see!

Thank you for your get well wishes xxx

Non Je Ne Regrette Rien said...

take care!

Millennium Housewife said...

You know, having stuck to all my new years resolutions (pause for applause and swift but deep bow) chocolate flavoured socks don't sound too bad...Get well soon Nunhead, MH

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