My appetite is getting better. Pain is getting better. Diarrhea is still in questionable status. Bad last night. Better today. There is a question about whether or not this is a secondary inefction or not. Please pray it is not. I had a short pity-party for myself last night -- just a bit frustrated that sometimes it feels I can't get a break.
I know that is not true. I know I catch a lot of breaks. But in the midst of a bout of sickness when already in a lot of pain (imagine trying to hurry to have to get out of bed time and time again to get the bathroom when you are already in pain that makes getting up and down slow going) and hearing your husband say there is a chance you have the same darned infection you "caught" during your last stomach surgery, and you find yourself just feeling sorry for yourself.
I think feeling sorry for yourself is truly the biggest battle in these circumstances. And my darned husband won't give me a second to do so. If I start to get teary and want to cry, it's like he smells it from the other room and comes in to find me and remind that a bunch of tears will only make my pain worse, my recovery longer, and my spirits lower. Okay, okay, he's right, he's right. Love that man. He just does what he has to do first for me then one boy then the other boy over and over and over again and keeps reminding me that this will end soon and we'll move on. True. But doesn't he want to just sit and cry for a second with me?
I'm also grieving the fact that for some reason The Australian Open isn't being run on the AF TV channel today. It's just a black screen. How wrong is that? Bummer.
Thanks for the prayers. Please keep them coming. We have decided to proceed with Elijah's 2nd birthday party on Saturday. It has been planned for many weeks. The turn-out RSVP was very good, the room had been reserved, and so many had offered to help that we felt it was best just to go ahead and hold it. (We had also secured gate passes for our off-Base friends: Jake and Rana which took a month in and of itself.) So onward we go! Can't believe my little man will be two years old!