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sethrakSigh. Got a stomach ailment Friday morning, while trying to enjoy omelets with Tom at a local diner, similar to the one that sent me to Urgent Care last weekend on our anniversary outing.
Not quite as severe this time, and didn't require IV fluids. Still not fun.
Once again Tricare couldn't get me to my regular provider til March; but they did give me a referral to Urgent Care, a different one than we used last week.
Among other things, discovered that being tested for flu involves a cross between a q-tip and a pipecleaner, and feels like a plumber roto-rooted your sinuses. -_- Also got confirmation I'm not pregnant, which, while unlikely, is still good to know. Ectopic pregnancies are nothing to mess around with.
The eventual diagnosis was a relapse of stomach bug: go back on dissolvable anti-nausea meds as needed, take anti-acid reflux meds for two weeks, and go back on BRAT diet for a few days. I am so damn sick of chicken broth at this point. x_x Also, go back in if the diarrhea returns.
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On the upside, I improved enough by yesterday afternoon to go see The Secret World of Arrietty as originally planned. :D :D :D Excellent adaptation, decent plot, and as always with Studio Ghibli, gorgeous art. :D :D :D SQUEE!
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Mark finally figured out how to escape his backwards full-length pajamas. x_x We decided to handle it by putting him in comfy sweatpants and tshirts and regular underwear instead of pullups and jammies, and letting him have free access to the bathroom (and by necessity the rest of the house) all night. This necessitated Zodling-proofing the upstairs bathroom and parts of the downstairs, and developing a new nightly lockup routine to make sure he doesn't leave the house when we're sleeping.
It's also necessitated sending him back to bed multiple times of an evening, which enrages him greatly. Sigh. Tom slept on the couch the first two nights, to keep an eye on any shenanigans Mark might pull and observe any gaps in the precautions we'd taken. I was still semi-dead of stomach crud. Also, last night he decided to awaken us all by screaming in rage around 2:30 am. x_x We never determined why. I ended up climbing into bed with him to calm him down. This reduced and eventually ended the screaming, but he didn't actually fall asleep until 5 am, so neither did I. x_x
But so far, he hasn't removed his clothing and soiled his room in the middle of the night, and he's FINALLY started regularly pooping in the toilet. I can take a few days or weeks of bumpy bedtimes and nighttimes if we can just get him doing that regularly. We went through much the same thing last spring when we made him buckle down and toilet-train for daytime.
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Right now, Tom has escaped to go gun-store-crawling, as the Zodlings, by report and by what I could hear through the walls, were particularly Zodlingish while I was incapacitated. He's earned it. The boys are watching Backyardigans, and in a little bit I intend to feed them lunch and then send them out to play in the backyard.
Not sure what I'll do for my own lunch. I'm nearly completely well, but my stomach's still touchy. So no orange chicken from the freezer, alas. It'll be interesting devising a meal that won't irritate my stomach but isn't as deathly boring as the BRAT diet.
Not quite as severe this time, and didn't require IV fluids. Still not fun.
Once again Tricare couldn't get me to my regular provider til March; but they did give me a referral to Urgent Care, a different one than we used last week.
Among other things, discovered that being tested for flu involves a cross between a q-tip and a pipecleaner, and feels like a plumber roto-rooted your sinuses. -_- Also got confirmation I'm not pregnant, which, while unlikely, is still good to know. Ectopic pregnancies are nothing to mess around with.
The eventual diagnosis was a relapse of stomach bug: go back on dissolvable anti-nausea meds as needed, take anti-acid reflux meds for two weeks, and go back on BRAT diet for a few days. I am so damn sick of chicken broth at this point. x_x Also, go back in if the diarrhea returns.
***
On the upside, I improved enough by yesterday afternoon to go see The Secret World of Arrietty as originally planned. :D :D :D Excellent adaptation, decent plot, and as always with Studio Ghibli, gorgeous art. :D :D :D SQUEE!
****
Mark finally figured out how to escape his backwards full-length pajamas. x_x We decided to handle it by putting him in comfy sweatpants and tshirts and regular underwear instead of pullups and jammies, and letting him have free access to the bathroom (and by necessity the rest of the house) all night. This necessitated Zodling-proofing the upstairs bathroom and parts of the downstairs, and developing a new nightly lockup routine to make sure he doesn't leave the house when we're sleeping.
It's also necessitated sending him back to bed multiple times of an evening, which enrages him greatly. Sigh. Tom slept on the couch the first two nights, to keep an eye on any shenanigans Mark might pull and observe any gaps in the precautions we'd taken. I was still semi-dead of stomach crud. Also, last night he decided to awaken us all by screaming in rage around 2:30 am. x_x We never determined why. I ended up climbing into bed with him to calm him down. This reduced and eventually ended the screaming, but he didn't actually fall asleep until 5 am, so neither did I. x_x
But so far, he hasn't removed his clothing and soiled his room in the middle of the night, and he's FINALLY started regularly pooping in the toilet. I can take a few days or weeks of bumpy bedtimes and nighttimes if we can just get him doing that regularly. We went through much the same thing last spring when we made him buckle down and toilet-train for daytime.
****
Right now, Tom has escaped to go gun-store-crawling, as the Zodlings, by report and by what I could hear through the walls, were particularly Zodlingish while I was incapacitated. He's earned it. The boys are watching Backyardigans, and in a little bit I intend to feed them lunch and then send them out to play in the backyard.
Not sure what I'll do for my own lunch. I'm nearly completely well, but my stomach's still touchy. So no orange chicken from the freezer, alas. It'll be interesting devising a meal that won't irritate my stomach but isn't as deathly boring as the BRAT diet.
