Sunday, February 23, 2014
I woke up this morning around 4 with terrible stomach pains and in need to get to the bathroom. I was up after that for the next 2 1/2 hours, too afraid to go back to sleep for fear I wouldn't wake up in time to get back to the bathroom, and too tired not to go back to sleep. What a terrible feeling that is in the middle of the night! After at least 4 more trips to the bathroom during that time, I finally drifted off to a half-sleep, only for the alarm to go off at 9. There was no way in the world I could get up and go to church. No. Way.
My stomach was still rocking and rolling, and I explained to Ron the happenings of the night, and he told me to go ahead and go back to sleep, which, surprisingly, I did rather easily. (He got up and went to church without me, letting me sleep, which surprised me, but there it is.) The next time I woke up, it was 1:30 in the afternoon. I got up and went pee - just pee! - and now, my stomach felt better - more settled, but now totally empty. Just hollow, if you know what I mean. Although there was no way in the world I felt hungry!
I went out into the living room with Ron, and just sat in my recliner for a little while. Ron had on NCIS reruns on the TV, and we just watched those. It started raining, then it turned into a snowy mix, then to snow - all within an hour's time, I think. It didn't add up to much, a dusting would be a generous title for what snow we got, but, boy, was it coming down furiously as it was happening! Eventually, the storm blew out our satellite and Ron put in a DVD, so at that time, I moved to get on the pute. Trust me, I have little to no interest in the type of movies he chooses. Although I do look up from time to time, most of them have no storyline or plot and do not interest me at all, and he gets aggravated when I ask him questions, because he's a guy. HA.
Around 5:30, he started making noises about supper - remember, we usually go out for a meal after church on Sundays and that didn't happen today. So, even though it was a bit early for supper for us, we decided to run over to the FeedMill in Felicity for a bite to eat. Even though I still wasn't really hungry, I knew I needed to eat something. And, I do have to keep my hubby happy, don't I?
Off we went. Once there, we couldn't decide what we wanted (of course) and their specials of the day didn't appeal, so it took us a bit to decide what we wanted, and we ended up choosing the same thing in different forms! How funny is that?
I got the Atlantic cod dinner (one fillet) with steak fries and green beans, while he got the pub cod strip meal (3 fillets) with mashed potatoes and green beans. We were on the way home when my stomach starting making so much noise that even RON heard it - and that man never hears stuff like that! I think, though, it was because I was so empty, the food I had put into was starting to go through my system and my system was making noise because it had something to work on. I wasn't in any distress, certainly not like this morning, thank God. My stomach felt more like a rock than like it was rocking and rolling, too. I thought I would be fine, and I have been (so far). I still don't feel great, but I will survive.
Hmmm. That sounds like a song.
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