Today I went in for IV fluids. There was a mix-up and the front lady didn't check me in all the way, so the people in back didn't know I was there. Long story short, I sat for an hour waiting before I realized something was up. And in that time, I came to the realization that I have it VERY good.
The infusion clinic shares the same waiting room as the oncology department. I saw so many people. Cancer survivors, cancer fighters, other sick people who needed fluids or wound care. And I thought to myself, "You know, self, you are here for the BEST possible reason!"
I'm not dying. In fact, I'm carrying new life. So what that I'm sick and don't feel well. My life isn't hanging in the balance. I'm not withering away. I have a tiny baby in my stomach, and apparently she's super happy and healthy in there, thus the sickness for me!
I got weighed while I was there and I weighed 149.5 with my clothes on. I figure I weigh around 147 without them. So up 2 pounds from my starting weight.
I wish I could say I felt a million times better, but I actually have a headache and don't feel so great. I'm hitting the hay soon, so hopefully we can have a good time getting our tree tomorrow. I'm sure after a good night's rest I'll feel better.
I hope you are all good and that you have a great weekend!
MB-Oh my, your dog sounds like a handful!! You should invite some of your friends over and have a decorating party so you don't have to do it all by yourself. ;-) How was Paris????