During the night, the stomach churned as through we were on
the high seas. It woke me and had me wondering if I should go downstairs and
fetch a receptacle for any stomach output. It was decided the bedroom wastebasket
would suffice, if needed. Luckily, it wasn’t.
The alarm went off as usual, to herald a new workday and
cycle of feeding and medicating Winston. There was no false hope this morning. My head throbbed and my stomach performed gymnastic routines. The bare minimum was accomplished upon arising. Food in
bowl, insulin in dog, dog outside then back inside. I logged in to work long enough
to submit my timecard, update the out of office autoresponder, and send an
email. Then it was back to the blessed relief of the horizontal plane where the head throbbed less and the stomach settled a bit.
During the twelve-hour period from 8:00 am to 8:00 pm, approximately
nine of those hours were spent sleeping. Brief moments of awake time scattered
throughout the day were highlighted with a pounding headache that felt better only
when laying down. The longest awake period occurred when it was time to feed
Win his supper and for a couple hours after. And now it’s back to the comfort of lying down under a pile of
blankets.
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