The Flu

The Flu has reared it's ugly head in the house and directly on me. And while I rather have it be me that gets it then Nate, it would have been nice if it didn't show up at all. Monday morning around 3am I woke up with intense abdominal pain and vomiting. I writhed around in pain until 6am, which I thought would be a safe time to text Jaime, letting her know and asking her if it could be my appendix. The pain was in the center, not off to the side, so I didn't think it really was, but the pain was horrible! Combined with the vomiting, I just wasn't sure; and then being alone made it a little scarier. She called me and said she was coming up, but that she wanted me to call the nurse. So I called the ER nurse and she said I should come in right away, not to wait for Jaime to come up (which would be at least another hour). So Jaime called my friend Wanda and she came over with her daughter Corry. Corry stayed at the house with Nate while Wanda drove me to the ER. On the way there I thought I was going to pass out. The pain was horrible and I thought I was going to throw up everywhere. We finally got admitted, and when I say finally I mean after the lady admitting me finally got around to after talking about some party and other miscellaneous details with her fellow coworkers. They started an IV and got some anti-nausea meds and pain meds running and I felt better quickly. They did a CT scan just to reveal--nothing! Well, not exactly nothing, but definitely not my appendix needing to be removed. I had the early onset of the flu. That's all folks. The pain I was experiencing was caused by a large amount of fluid in my intestines that, as the doctor said, I should be expelling soon. Yay. Part of me feels so stupid for going to the ER for the flu, but I'm telling you, the pain was BAD! And Jaime told me later that the nurse said I was pretty dehydrated so I probably would have ended up back there anyway. It was also good because I learned that I can't be giving Nate any of my milk, so he has to drink formula for four days. So I was released back to misery. As soon as they took the IV out, the pain and nausea returned and I was miserable. I spent the entire day in bed, in and out of consciousness. Wanda and Corry stayed here all day, taking care of Nate and me and I don't know what I would have done if they didn't. There is no way I could have taken care of him. I woke up Tuesday still feeling a bit icky and weak, but okay enough to get through the day. Luckily Nate was content on playing on the floor in the living room most of the day (I think he missed me). I've been napping when he naps and slowly getting back to solid foods. Getting over the flu is much harder when there's more than just me to take care of, and like I told Michael, he is not allowed to go away to school anymore!