recuperating ... slowly ... oh, so slowly

I mean me, not my dear stepbrother, Brian. Brian, by all accounts, is recovering magnificently! He may not need any follow-up treatment to the removal of his tumor except for an MRI every few months to check his beautiful head for any future changes. But other than that, AWESOME! No radiation, no chemo, just lovely Brian and his amazing brain.

I meant that I am recuperating slowly. Grrr. Oh, so freakin' slowly.

WARNING: This entire post is about myself and is extremely self-pitying. Just sayin.'


Last week has been horrible. I woke up in the night last Monday -- well, more like 4am on Tuesday morning, Tuesday being Moving Day, to hover over our bathroom toilet and do some sad business.

So all of moving day passed in a blur for me -- of lying on a pile of pillows and comforters in Blue's room, shivering and dragging myself to a toilet to vomit. Or some other thing. I had a horrible fever and was very weak. Poor Jonathan helped the movers and watched the kids and monitored my sorry state, all by himself. That night, he had gotten most of our things stowed in Glenbogle house and then came back to the apartment to pick up his wretched wife. I don't remember much of that ride, just that I was so cold and that I was clenching my teeth the entire time that I didn't throw up all over myself. Or worse.

Jonathan cooked us all a lovely Thanksgiving dinner, after unpacking for 2 days straight. I managed to sit with the others and even eat some mashed potatoes and stuffing. My husband is the greatest, by the way.

So now, fast forward to today, through one of the longest weeks of my life it seems. I am still not quite right. I am still pretty weak and don't have much of an appetite -- and I have a sour stomach all day and outright nausea after eating. And then there is the hate-hate relationship with my toilet. My mom thinks I have the norovirus. Me being prone to drama, I have been convinced I have Crohn's disease or an ulcer or appendicitis or something more horrible and probably fatal. Whatever I have, I just thank God the rest of the family has been spared.