Today, I run with the pack.
And by “run” I mean lay beside, whilst moaning.
Both my girlies stayed home from school today, so it seemed appropriate that I, too, feel like garbage today. My gross tummy worsened towards the end of the day, and finally ended with a hail Mary and a nap. Aaaaand some of Bradys anti-nausea meds from chemo, because I can.
Spoons seems ok, though seemed a bit unsure of breakfast. “Tummy. Hurt.” Ok, fair enough, you can be done.
LD has been bad off for a few days but today seems to be a day of lift. That means more energy, which is and isn’t fun for the people in the room 😅
Munchie Mix is sick, but so far seems managed. As the family member who took a trek to the hospital just last month, I am watching SO closely, very much not hoping for a repeat. Please say a prayer!
Ok. Nap time is over. Time to go relieve Brady from the kids so he can take care of all of his evening stuff. Don’t mind me lumping out on my recliner with a room temp gatorade ✌️ Goodnight, all.