Keeping it Real

As was noted in the past post, I have not been feeling too well. The thing is, pregnancy hasn't been so bad, it is this virus that has been killing me for almost 2 weeks that I am am mostly crying about. I think that being pregnant just makes being sick a lot more inconvenient. Plus, I am a pretty healthy person and not used to being sick so I am a big baby right now.

But here is a little taste (as embarrassing as this is) of my life right now. I finally had a doctors appt yesterday - one already scheduled but after suffering for so long with over the counter drugs that weren't touching my pain I was anxious to talk to the doctor and hopefully get some relief. When I say anxious, I should say that I cried so hard at the doctor's office that she was sure something other than my feeling sick had to be wrong. She asked if "everything at home was ok, is there any abuse?" No, I just really feel like crap and I am sick of it. So she gave me some antibiotics (for the sinus infection), some serious nasal spray (so I can hopefully breath through my nose again) and some narcotic pain meds (since I am practically ODing on Tylenol and it still isn't working).

I didn't get home from the Dr. until about 5 and Brian had made plans that night to eat dinner at some friends house. This is an old friend of Brian's that lives here in Vegas and we have been meaning to get together with pretty much since we moved here. Since she is having a baby in the next month they thought they better have us over before life gets even crazier. My want to play and socialize always overpowers my feelings of sickness so I said we should still go. On the way, we pick up my Rx's and I take them in the car as we drive to their house. I have never taken these meds before and didn't know how they would affect me. Both the antibiotic and the pain meds warned of feelings of nausea and to eat with something. So, I ate a few crackers and thought I was good.

We get there and by the time we sit down to eat dinner, I am feeling the drugs kick in. I start cold sweating and can't bring myself to eat anything. Finally, I take a bite and then shove Brian out of my way to run to the bathroom. That wasn't a pleasant bathroom trip, but I came back and thought I would be better. I tried to eat some more (how rude am I to not eat the nice dinner prepared for me). Emery is having fun playing with their 2 year old little boy and the adults are chatting at the table. I ask for a coke to help settle my stomach. Emery gets on my lap thinking she might have some of the soda (nope). We are sitting there then suddenly, I get up, shove Emery off me where she lands banging her head on the table and I run to the bathroom. I barely make it and I am throwing up like crazy. That is not nearly as embarrassing as the fact that somehow the muscles used to throw up over power all other muscles in my body (I never throw up so this is a very rare occurrence for me) and I totally peed my pants like a 4 year old. I get up and called after Brian who was trying to sooth our child that I knocked down. He asks what he can do and I tell him, I need to borrow some pants. If I wasn't feeling so crappy I would have been much more mortified. Instead, I went to get the pants from our friends myself and just pretended that it was normal to pee your pants. Everyone was very nice and the kids were having fun so we still stayed there for another hour.

So, that is it. My new most embarrassing story to add to my list of stories. I came home and continued the charade but finally got some sleep. Unfortunately, sleep came right when we started LOST - so I am sorry I don't have any insight but I am very confused as I tried to watch part of it... and what the, Desmond was time traveling? Lets all hope that I get better soon and can stop with my complaints.