Thursday

I start to feel better, and so can eat actual food. But I can’t actually prepare the actual food. So, I have to wait for my husband to be able to do it, or find someone to bring me food that I can’t identify as something I could eat until I smell it… and that usually gets me all the more sick, having to wait for the food. And, even if my husband does do it, he has to do not all outside, because I can’t stand the smell of foods for more than a few seconds. Not even the ones I manage to eat.

So, it seems things still suck, just in a slightly different way now.

A muscle deep in my left buttocks is also very much hurting me right now. I’m sure it has to do with how I’m having to position myself to fall asleep, and I can’t really change any of that. But a good hand to help rub it would would be quite helpful. Unfortunately, my husband is already busy in the first place with work and school, and in the second place with helping me eat.

Anyway, I’m exhausted and still miserable, and my lips are now really dry and hurting. And, somehow, even when the maids come, my bathroom floor and countertop don’t seem actually to get clean. I got photos this time, though, so, hopefully, that will help me communicate the point tomorrow with the lady in charge of them all.

God, help us to find comfort and some ease, please. Heal me of this nausea and bloating. Make the baby grow and love and live well, please. Keep us all safe, please, especially my husband. In your name, I pray. Amen.

Post-a-day 2024