Holy Shrimp it's been 6 months!
Holy Shrimp! I'm not good at this at all. But I'll keep trying to get my thoughts up here when I have a free moment...and those don't happen too often anymore. It is what it is.
I've done something that I haven't done in a very long time. Possibly longer than some of you have been alive. 21 years to be exact. It happened Monday morning.
Sunday night, after we put Corbin to bed around 8ish(and that has become a huge team effort), I could tell that something was off. Had this weird pain in my gut that I knew wasn't just gas. Like a knot that wouldn't go away. I'm laying in bed trying to fall asleep to some Netflix and I just couldn't fade away. I turn it off thinking I'm too engaged in the show and I still can't fade out. At around 11, the pain in my belly gets worse and I know exactly what's happening.
I go to the bathroom to handle some business and everything is wrong...like...EV-ER-REE-THING. The runs are lasting way longer than it should be and while I'm sitting down my mouth starts to salivate...Not the I'm hungry salivate but the salivating that starts in the back of your throat right before you throw up.
Now I have a decision to make. Do I throw up in the trash can sitting to my left, the sink even further to my left, the tub in front of me, or the toilet I'm sitting on? The last time I threw up I panicked and threw up in the toilet I had just filled up with stuff from the other end. I learned from that mistake and that didn't happen this time. I flushed the toilet, stood up, spat the spit out of my mouth and decided I wasn't gonna throw up at all. I hadn't done it since I was 9 and I didn't want to do it now. I went back to bed and tried to fall asleep.
2 hours pass, I couldn't fall asleep, and the pain in my belly gets worse. I realize that the only way I could get to sleep is if I give up and throw up. Holly wakes up and asks if I'm ok and I tell her, "This stuff gonna come out either up or down." I walk to the bathroom, flip the light on and not even 8 seconds pass before I start upchucking.
It felt like 21 years worth of vomit came out. I was kneeling there and I was thinking ok..make sure you breath in between hurls. Take your time and don't get any on the floor. So thankful for Holly. She's such a nurse. She was there rubbing my back the entire time. She said, "Now imagine doing this everyday for about 4 months and you will know how morning sickness feels." Holy shrimp there's no way I could do that everyday.
Special thanks to Corbin. He got the plague and gave it to me. Shout out to the Kamwesa family cause we might have gotten the plague from them :) Shout out to Garrett cause I think he got it too and sorry Mom cause I gave it to her when she came down to watch Corbin. Wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy.
