Ken got my medicine … I took it.
In no time at all, I was sound asleep.
No such luck today.
Mid-afternoon, I experienced a complete meltdown. Ken wanted to call Dr. Barrier but I said NO!
Tried to rest a little … then we had a nice supper. Thank goodness I finally settled down. Watched television, then we took the dogs out.
After that, bedtime …
Ken was beat. You’d think I would have been too but oh no!!
Took more meds around 11:00pm
Five a.m. rolls around … I’m still up.
Go to the bathroom … look down and the strings off my gown are floating in the toilet!
I had really had it!!!
I woke Ken up … he said I could have more meds …
Go to the freezer, get some ice for my water … head to bed.
Eleven a.m., I hear Ken in the kitchen … God love ‘em …
I go in behind him. What did we find? The freezer door standing wide open! Everything is ruined!!
Bless Ken’s heart … I suppose he didn’t want to tip my apple cart … He sent me stumbling back to bed. And handled emptying the now warm water, Maddie’s pops, everything!
Two days later, I felt closer to normal.
These episodes leave me feeling limp. I know God knew I could handle it … I also know He realized my story would be told … that I’ll do anything I can to help others and break the stigma right in two!
He’s got that right!
Until next time …