After a few days of stomach cramps, I started throwing up on the way back from Perth on Sunday night. We had been up for the weekend for our goddaughter's 1st birthday party.
We called in at our local hospital as I was hopeful they'd give me an injection of Maxolon. The nurses checked me out, did a test to rule out pregnancy (phew!), and came to the conclusion that it must be a virus. Whenever I've had Maxolon before, it has worked a treat. This time it didn't work at all! I was still vomiting in the hospital, on the way home, and once I'd gone to bed.
This has made me face one of my greatest fears of becoming a mum...having to look after someone else and soldier on while you're feeling so rotten. Duncan brought Rory into our room so I could feed him and then took him back to his cot. His very understanding boss gave him the day off to look after me and the little man as I was bedridden all of yesterday. I was feverish, weak, lethargic and barely ate anything, except for a few crackers.
Last night, my arthritis flared up again. Oh my goodness, the pain was bad. I think it was because I'd been lying down so much. I even resorted to taking Celebrex for the first time in two and a half years just to get some sleep.
Thankfully both Duncan and Rory are still well!
I'm feeling a lot better today, but whenever I've had gastro, the recovery always seems to take a while. I just lay on the floor, resting my head on a cushion this afternoon while Rory played with his toys next to me.
Vomiting! Ergh! One of the grossest physical sensations ever.