Day 3: What's up Chuck?

Day 3 started out pretty gnarly. It turns out that all the delicious applejuice I had been drinking was just sitting in my stomach like concrete. I would know, because when I took my 6am dose of pain killers I felt trouble. About 6:45 I spilled it all, but I did so in such a classy way!

Poor Bob was sitting on my lap being mister Nanny Cat when I felt the room wobble. I sat up, gently moved him aside and proceeded to vomit all over the towel I had placed on my blankets JUST in case I did indeed hurl at some point or another. Boy, that felt both relieving and awful at once. My husband got up, tossed the towel, got me a small trashcan and another new towel. Probably a good 5 minutes ticked by, Bob had made himself back home on my lap and WHAMO! Chuck in the bucket! The looks I was given from him were of horrified concern and I seriously think there was some disgust in there. After all that I was done with puking up applejuice and water and throughout the rest of the morning Bob made it clear to me just how interesting the whole ordeal was. He didn't really shut up for a while. Hey, at least I gingerly moved him out of the way before pouring the contents of my stomach onto my own lap!

The rest of my day has been alright. Pain has spiked to a 5 in some cases and I've cut back my dose of percocet to ONE tsp every 2-3 hours and just tolerate the discomfort for a while or take a hit off of my numbing lolipop. Sherbert and pureed black beans have been helpful too.

My stomach is making all sorts of ridiculous noises and movements, I half believe its trying to get out of me and move elsewhere. The scabs in my throat are almost all whitish now, meaning I'll be in for a world of hurt here soon. OR if I have any saving luck at all it will just reach a high 6 and I'll be fine.

Weighed myself earlier today, don't care to do it right now: 107, but, that's with clothes and the icepack on. I'd say about 104 would be a more correct weight. 107 however is most appealing.

OH! And the icing on the cake: My scabs didn't break nor bleed at all. How thoughtful of them.