A Rotten Day, Pretty Much
When Maddie woke me up this morning for breakfast and insulin (well, certainly the first; the second less so), I felt a little off, but thought maybe it was the suddenness of the little paw on my nose. But then I woke up a little bit later and my stomach was churning. Within the hour, I was throwing up so much that I was carrying one trash can down the hall to my bedroom and switching to one in there. I needed the fan to blow on me for a few minutes so I could gather energy to sprint to the bathroom when needed. Tap, bless him, kept trying to sit down with me, but it was a good while before I stayed in one place for long. He had never seen me sick like that and his face was, "What is all that/Something is definitely wrong here/Can I help, but don't really count on me because ALL of this is very new." This isn't Tap, but this is very much the look I was getting: "I care, but I'm kinda freaked out." I've no idea why what's going on is going