Finally it’s Friday. The weirdest thing happened this morning. I woke up, attempted to brush my teeth without vomiting without success, but instead of getting upset I just…well…accepted it. It was ‘business as usual’. I cannot be getting used to this can I? Who wants to get used to feeling ill and vomiting all the time? Crazy people! Oh…and people with bulimia*
I only felt a little sorry for myself and carried on as if nothing happened *sigh*. I didn’t even cry or stamp my feet. I think these lollipops help because they push up my blood sugar levels. I don’t care how it works, as long as it works!
I didn’t go to choir practice last night. I feel so bad, but I have no choice. I feel so crappy.
My grandfather called me last night. He received back more test results. It seems like there is a problem with his liver. The doctor didn’t tell him specifically if the cancer had spread there or if there is another problem – he’ll tell him that on Monday (on my birthday). I just really hope he’s going to be OK. My grandfather has been waiting for me to have a baby for the longest time and now that it is finally happening there are other factors that we never dreamed would be a problem. He said to me last night ‘You better hurry up with this baby, I might not be around to see it’, a tasteless joke I know. He has a weird sense of humour. Maybe he’s trying to make it ‘lighter’. He said if the cancer has spread to his liver it’s a death sentence. You never know. He could get a transplant or they could cut some of his liver away. The chemo might get it, but there’s no point in speculating.
Speaking of my birthday, I’m not sure if I’m going to do anything this year. Usually my birthday is a big deal for me…but I feel so horrid I’m not sure I’m up to anything. I can’t drink, I can’t eat, I don’t feel like dancing. What is left to do except wallow? Last year my party was a real blow out. I remember a copious amount of red wine flowing and sleeping over where I was because neither Rudi or I were in any kind of condition to drive. This year…I’m in a different condition. HA HA.
*I distinguished that there is a different between bulimia and crazy people so don’t take offense!
P.S. I’m sitting at work with my jeans untied. Luckily I’m wearing a long jacket so nobody can see. They’re too tight and making me feel sick because they’re pushing against my stomach. I just hope they don’t fall down while I’m walking.