Mother's Day '08 or Barfapoloosa...

So, I've been hurling since 2:30 this morning. Actually, I hurled once and then heaved for the next 10 hours. As I emptied my body of any life sustaining fluid, I pondered a few things. One is that my level of tolerance of where I'll put my face lowers significantly when I am nauseated. **note to self...get a padded toilet seat.**

I also learned that I have an actual hurling language. I believe this may be personal to everyone, but I have learned to recognize some of my guttural retching. One conveys, "Please don't let me lose control of my bowels". Another is, "This is it! They're actually going to pop out of my head into the toilet!". Well, you get the picture.

I'd like to thank my husband for participating in this endeavor. He was very compassionate as he led my shaking body back and forth to the toilet and politely looked away as I reached new lows of what's appropriate to share with another human being. He dutifully supplied me with water, iced tea (with lemon) and protein shakes...all with bendy straws. He locked the children outside tended to the children with utmost patience so I could rest.

I think the worst has passed and I'm on the mend. I guess I could say today was a blessing as I saw my family rally around me to care for me. Loree "cleaned " every room in the house. Aaron told me it was hard to stay away from me. Ashlie played for hours in the pool with the kids, keeping them entertained. Everyone helped to get the laundry up to speed. Darren repeatedly told me how sorry he was that I was feeling bad. I believe he would have traded places with me if he could have. So, looking back, now that the toilet seat is not imprinted on my right cheek, it was a good Mother's Day, believe it or not. I hope yours was, as well.