Oh, Monday, how glad I am to see you!
It was a very difficult weekend here. On Friday I joined the Five Minute Friday crowd and wrote about joy. Little did I know, that night I would be given the
opportunity to fight for joy and live what I had just written.
I had a hard time falling asleep and
staying asleep on Friday night. My autonomic nervous system was going wild. My
heart rate wouldn’t slow down. My blood pressure was nearly non-existent. Eventually
I was up with one of the worst gastroparesis flares I have had. I’ll spare you
all the graphic details, but let’s just say that throwing up while almost
fainting is scary and really hard to do.
I got little sleep that night due to
pain and a heart that kept racing. I was exhausted and physically felt
miserable. My Friday post came to mind, and as I lay in bed I was reminded to
fight for joy on that very hard night.
I am happy to say that I made it
through the night, and I fought for joy with all I had! On Saturday Will took
me to the ER for IV fluids. I was dehydrated and was given 2 liters of fluids.
I had the sweetest nurse and doctor to help me, so that was a bonus! On Sunday my stomach still wasn’t
emptying well, and we went back to the hospital for two more liters of fluids.
The fun side to all of this is that I got out of the house for the first time in over a month! And not just once – I got out two days in a row! I rolled into the hospital with my stylish wheelchair and light up wheels, and I joked with my friends that I have a rocking social life!
Today I am able to drink fluids and eat soft and liquid foods again. I'm still extra weak, but I am doing so much better than I was yesterday. This weekend was hard, but it was
also a good opportunity for me to choose joy even on the hard days.
Photo Credit: Sara Frankl
