Since noon last Friday, it’s been about 75% agony mixed-in with some interludes when I am perfectly fine.
Every two hours there’s a Challenge Match: How much food and drink can I choke down before I have to stop? On average, it’s taking about 90 minutes to get a glass of milk and a few ounces of food down. I’m hyper-ventilating most of the way, constantly on the verge of puking. When the esophagus flames-on, I have about 20 seconds to get something soothing in there before the nerve endings go berserk and a migraine explodes in my head; then I’m in total agony for at least an hour.
I’ve over-used my allotment of “magic mouthwash”; I can’t have any more, because it’s too hard on my heart. Have I mentioned Constipation Mondays? Never mind.
On the bright side, here’s a great shot of Natalie and Rick, who are patiently awaiting my arrival in St. Thomas:
All three of us are in transition to substantially-different lives than we have been leading heretofore! I expect we will all help each other figure out how best to approach the next chapter of our lives!
One more thing: In addition to having a sloop in the harbor, Rick has an RV in town as well! If I get sea-sick, we just jump in the RV and head-on down the road! Or maybe put it on the ferry to St. John!
But first, I need to get well-enough to travel. I believe I’m turning the corner on that (even though it feels more like a round-about at the moment).