Guest guest Posted March 30, 2002 Report Share Posted March 30, 2002 My love to all of you dealing with loss and grief. My son is still in hospital and I'm visiting daily. Exhausted. A bit hurt that neither my mother or sister have done anything to help out. At night I'm too tired to eat. When I do eat a couple of spoonfuls is all that fits before it comes up on me. Lots of milk, liquid meals, water. Fits of nausea for no reason. At night my face goes numb. Nothing ever makes sense with this illness. Yesterday while on the bus my bowels let go (thank God, I barely eat.) Heart rate comparable for the most part to that of a rabbit (ok easter bunny.) I just want him back home, this is much more stressful for me and it's not doing him any good either. The doctor has seen him just once in an entire week. At the end of every day I wonder, why am I still standing? Or the skyward gaze with " I know there's more, bring it on. " For certain Louise, Sally and the rest of you eveready bunnies know the feeling all too well. Well gotta go, plants don't water themselves when your garden is indoors. For persistent weeds, find someone who likes to weed. I can think of little more soothing than weeding, just lack the garden. aletta mes, vancouver, bc canada http://www.aletta.0catch.com Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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