"If I were an angel...

+ J M J

Seeing as I still don't have very much to do...

We got back from the hospital a few minutes ago. Thank God for in-house wheelchairs. They pumped me with two quarts of liquid. My doctor told me that my aim is to eat every three hours and to drink a quart of liquid a day if at all possible. That seems to be the goal of every day--don't skip meals even when it inevitaby means I'll throw up and drink a little every little while. Some life goals, huh?

I actually ate a little. I had a few saltiness and some applesauce. The nurse asked if I wanted anything from the cafeteria. I asked for some soup. What I didn't know was that the hospital has a no-salt policy. Oh well. It was still good.

I also realized how much I don't miss daytime television.

Now I am eating real food for the first time in days. Shredded rotisserie chicken on a slice of whole grain bread. Mmmmmm.

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So we are at the hospital. Daniel has a major headache and nausea (sympathetic pregnancy?) so he is laying down in the chair in my room. He is snoring now. It is good that he is able to sleep. He has been in a lot of pain this morning.

I have been waiting for someone ELSE to come in and try to stick me for my IV. Two quarts today. We will be here at least four hours. No nausea medicine, though. I would rather have nausea than vertigo lying down. That stuff is trippy.

Baby hasn't been very nice. Doc says that Baby will be okay even if I can't eat. It has been over two days since a full meal and my hunger speaks louder than anything else. It is all worth it, though.

My poor house. It hasn't been clean for weeks and weeks. There are groceries lying on the kitchen floor waiting to be put away. The fridge needs cleaned out. The rooms are cluttered. I am quickly running out of necessary laundry articles. There are N-O clean dishes. It smells of dirty dishes. My room needs cleaned. My bedding needs changed. I Need A Couch so I am not stuck in bed all day every day. It is so utterly boring.

Okay I am done venting. I don't want to vent to Daniel. He has enough to worry about. That, and it is enough to make him listen to me these days and feel so helpless to do anything.

I can't wait to tell our friends in person. It is getting harder and harder to keep it from them.

Pax Christi vobiscum

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Day 13 as an invalid. Haven't been able to keep anything down for two days. Daniel has today off (thankfully). I couldn't ask for someone more caring and attentive to be at my beck and call when sick (seeing as I'm stuck in bed). He called the doctor's office for me this morning. Of course, we are waiting for a call back. The doctor will probably want me to come in. Joy. Wait in a waiting room, wait as his nurse takes my vitals, wait to see him, wait as he tells me what I already know, wait for the IV lady, wait 4 hours with an IV in me...that looks like the rest of my day.

The vice president of the company came up from Plano, Texas today. Seeing as Roy is in the hospital my mom had me promise I'd be there, especially as I've been ill almost two weeks from work. I had to break that promise, though.

Anyway, thought I'd check in. God bless.

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+ J M J

Life is beautiful. Last night Daniel and I went to confession and Mass. Afterward we went to the annual parish chili supper and pitch party. Not many showed up. None the less, it was a great opportunity to meet people in our new parish. They were very excited to have a young couple who want to get involved in the parish and meet new people. We found ways to get involved. Daniel met some Knights and will be joining them at their next project and meeting. The Knights here don't do very much at all other than fish fries during Lent. Maybe he can help them start programs for the youth and for the pregnancy center. At least, that is what he is hoping for. When I get involved with the Daughters of Isabella here I am going to do the same thing.

We are going to be cantors. (I've never solely played piano for Mass. This should be interesting.) We also want to help at the Family Life (pregnancy) Center.

We realize that, given our current confusing situation, we cannot work with the youth yet. This is probably for the best. Now that over a dozen people in the parish know we are not married we will be getting all sorts of prying questions. I am a question-bomb waiting to happen. I need to figure out ways to politely answer these questions while implying, "Why do you want to know?" which should, ideally, shut them up.

I can wait to tell our friends and his family. It will be rough. But then we will be able to announce on Facebook. Luckily, everyone who knows now hasn't slipped up and announced it for everyone and their mother yet.

Oh, and we played Pitched. At the end of 6 4-round games I had 77 points. Daniel had 103. He had all but forgotten the game and had to relearn it. Good job him! He caught on quick!

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Seeing as I have the time...

1. No cleaning, doing dishes, grocery shopping or taking out the trash. (Daniel volunteers and is such a big help.)

2. Movie marathons! Too bad I have seen all of my movies ten times each. What I really want to watch is Star Wars, Stargate SG-1 and LotR:EE but, alas, I don't have them. But who tires of the Die Hard films and Bing Crosby classics? My personal sick day/week favorite: Ferris Beuler's Day Off.

3. Web surfing without the guilt of procrastination.

4. No cooking. Banquet meals have been a staple (and just about the only food I can keep down).

5. Spending the days with my two cats, Alex and Enya.

6. Not having to go out in the snow and cold air.

7. Hulu (if I had an Internet connection other than my phone; but a girl can dream).

8. Mastering hand-eye coordination via video games.

9. Time to read all those books I swore I was going to get to someday in the near future. The near future is here.

10. Paid time off.

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Yesterday I was admitted to the hospital for dehydration and nausea. They put me on an IV and gave me anti-nausea medicine (which doesn't work very well but hey, I just do as I'm told) and in the afternoon discharged me with a prescription for a little anti-nausea pill that can only work 8 hours of the day.

I don't mean to be a downer or anything but seeing as no one reads my blog anyway I might as well say it: I have never been this sick in my life. I do not want four more weeks of this.

That is all. God bless.

+ J. M. J.

I am trying to figure out what my body can keep down, what makes my stomach feel better and what triggers getting sick. All the reports are conflicting. Sometimes a meal makes things better. Other times I regret it. Sometimes sipping on ginger ale helps and other times the last thing I want is any soda of any kind. Sometimes I want extremely sweet things. Sometimes I crave incredibly salty things. I HATE bland things. Some days I fight the craving for ice cream and other days I munch on pickles. Some days all I crave are veggies and V8 so I drink 64 ounces in a day. Other days veggies make me drastically sick and all that helps me feel better is processed food products like McDonald's French fries, Banquet meal fish sticks, and chicken fingers dipped in ketchup and ranch dressing. But there is one rule I have managed to weed out from the conflicting reports: under NO circumstances should I eat ham or beef. Last night Daniel made meat loaf. Big. Mistake. So long as I continue eating healthy and weeding through the cravings (not "weird" cravings so much as constant cravings for very flavorful food) I think I will be good.

Other signs are drifting my way, such as lethargy. My energy is absolutely shot. If I so much as tidy the living room I feel like I have run a marathon. I still work out every morning but it doesn't help right now. It should, I think, so I wonder if there is something I'm not doing that I should be.

And I'm hormonal. I have very conflicting opinions back-to-back. I ask Daniel to do one thing and then turn around and ask him why he is doing it. And then I cry for no reason about things I don't even care about. What's more, I cry BECAUSE I cried. What the heck is happening to me?!

Poor Daniel. He is being a trooper, though. Last night we played Star Wars Monopoly. Just a few turns in the game I had to put in $400 in the pot. He landed on Free Parking. I was ticked and so I spent the next three turns making up rules as I saw fit, seeing as I was going to lose the game anyway. It turns out I didn't lost the game (just lost The Game! Anyway...) but when it was all over I apologized for five minutes of brattiness. Daniel laughed and kissed my forehead and said, "That's okay. I didn't mind at all." He is amazing.

Perpetual fatigue has come my way. I want to sleep all day, to be still all day, to read and watch movies and hang out with cats all day. I will neglect my body's need for nourishment simply because I don't know I'm hungry.

Another strange symptom is that I use the loo all the time. The reason for this isn't because I have turned into a fish but because my body's sensor is stuck on URGENT! YOU NEED TO GO NOW! Bizarre.

But, alas, I have a job and housework needs to be done and plans for other future things need to be sorted out and the whole I-can't-get-up-or-I-will-puke thing isn't very pleasant either.

But all-in-all, other than these strange bodily malfunctions, life is terrific. I couldn't be happier. :) :) Oh, and BTW, I wouldn't trade these symptoms for anything.

+ J M J

Today is a perfect day for a sick day. For one thing, nothing I eat agrees with me. For another, I have ginger ale and saltines. And third, I have two very affectionate cats that are making the most of it.

Daniel just came in the door. Apparently he is going to work on his resume and then hit up all the places in town that he applied to online yesterday. I am proud of him.

Alex is a big fat lovable piece of pudgy kitty goodness. He needs to go on a diet. And he needs regular exercise other than playing with Enya. A laser pointer would be a good investment.

Enya, on the other hand, refuses to be weaned. She eats her young kitty food but she kneads with her very sharp kitten claws and licks my neck. But there is nothing I do that makes her stop. She is obsessed with doing this and very territorial of me. Daniel takes her over to his side with him at night so I can sleep a little easier (sleep has not come easy lately). *sigh* Kittens. She is very polite, though, and usually sits beside me waiting for my permission to come on my lap.

Later this afternoon my to-do list is as follows:
1. Wash dishes
2. Put kitchen things in cabinets
3. Gather all laundry
4. Tidy living room
5. Mop kitchen
6. Wash wall behind stove
7. Books on bookshelves
8. Vacuum living room & bedroom
9. Pack for Atchison

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Since I last posted I have moved closer to home. I work for TGC again. Daniel has been adopted by my family. He also happens to be my next door neighbor. :D My apartment in Atchison was robbed by my landlord/ex-boss. Life is so good and God has been so good to us for only He knows why. I can never ever remember being happier than I am right now. So many good things are happening and I am about to burst in excitement.

+ J. M. J.

Apologies. I need to make an adjustment. In my previous post I stated that "paying attention to your doctor's advice is a bad thing." Just for the record, it's probably best to do listen to your doctor. I don't remember who originally wrote this, but I'm sure that had Watson known it wasn't good for Sherlock he would have said something like, "THAT COCAINE IS BAD FOR YOU SHERLOCK!" much sooner.

Moral of the story (kind of): Listen to your doctor. Afterall, you're the one paying for his $250,000 yacht so he can give you this info. Might as well do as he says.