If you’re brave, you can continue reading. Just be warned: there will be whining and possibly some semi-graphic illness conversation. If you’re here for the pictures, please look and enjoy, but you might want to skip the reading. If you’ve got the stomach read on.
I try to be fairly true to life with what’s going on around here. Occasionally I candy coat or minimize or use macro to hide the weeds surrounding things. For the most part, it’s what’s going on. I’m at a point where I just don’t know what to do. Since last Sunday, March 25th, I’ve been sick. It hit fast and it hit hard with severe diarrhea that entire night. (I warned you.)
This fever and diarrhea continued and continued and I went to the doctor and it continued. It did improve, but still it was there, and my stomach was horrible swollen. My diet consisted of the ABC’s of diarrhea: apples, bananas, and cereal. Honestly, that’s it. Still, any time I did anything physical, I would spike a fever and go running to the bathroom.
I tried not to do things, but it’s a farm. The animals don’t care if I’m miserable. They still want fed and watered. It wore me out to make a bottle and take to Myson. That’s not a strenuous task.
My family is wonderful. They came to help me, but it seemed that every time someone helped me, it caused me twice as much work. I don’t know how, but it did. For example, my son didn’t know about the trick with the grain bin, and it ended up dumping about two days’ worth of grain onto the concrete. I had to scoop it up and haul it to the barn. He was helping with this, but he got a call and had to leave.
Finally, my nephew Brandon has been coming to help with chores each day, and I stand out there and give coaching and minimal help. This seems to be working fairly well. The animals are getting used to him, and we’re getting them back into a routine of who goes where and nobody is going to starve, and they aren’t quite flattening anybody in a stampede.
Eventually, I got to where I could actually make a trip around the yard with the camera to take a few pictures. That’s how I’ve managed to continue blogging. That’s the extent of my activities for the week: a bottle kid here and there, watching and somewhat assisting with chores, and an occasional stroll around the yard.
I missed all of work last week. Finally, this Sunday I felt better. The distention in my stomach went down, and I actually felt almost normal. I just needed to take it easy. I also needed to start getting back to food, so I tried some vegetable stock with oyster crackers. That went well.
Later, I got all wild and crazy and tried some Campbell’s vegetarian vegetable soup. How much closer to vegetable stock can you get? I went to work on Monday. I was tired, but I made it! Then I got home and realized what a bad choice the vegetable soup was. I was set back by about three days. Really!?! My stomach is all bloated again and my guts are gurgling and grumbling and more rushed trips to the bathroom.
It’s not fair! I’m back to apples, bananas, (dry) cereal, and vegetable stock. I stayed home from work today in hopes that as little activity as possible would help me heal more quickly. I want to do chores myself. I am fantasizing about food. I want to go to work. I have a growing list of things that I just have to get done.
As long as I’m not back to normal, you can expect lots of posts primarily of pictures. Thank goodness Mother Nature is putting on such a wonderful display right now.
Linking to Wordless Wednesday with Project Alicia.