Yeah, I don't envy that convo.
I'm waiting to donate blood. I made the appointment last week and barely remembered to come here after work because my phone battery was dead. Used it more during the day because our network was down except for in the training room. So I spent most of the day in the training room, not taking breaks and going to lunch after 1 because it seemed like if I left my station I might not get another working computer...it's been a long day.
When I had a really bad stomach bug a few years ago, the doctor gave me this printed list of things that I could and couldn't eat. It said that hard cheese was OK, but not other dairy.
Baked potato sounds good, I would be wary of the sour cream and cheese. Too rich for my stomach when it is fragile.
Oh, and soup dumplings: the first time I had them was in Flushing at Joe's Shanghai (or Shanghai Joe's) and they were delish, along with their rice cake. Just stay away from the black mushrooms, which taste, well, black.
yes, threw up.
right - I said no fatty stuff.
"I DON'T WANT ANYTHING THEN!!!!"
I am beginning to doubt said sick.
It's probably a case of the don't-wanna-be-in-schools, but when I was in 6th to 8th grades I'd frequently get nauseous early in the day from anxiety and have my stomach settled by dinnertime. (Though I was more than OK with sticking to grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup on such days, my mom's cure-all meal.)
It has been interesting having a 16 year old going through this news. Yes, he was very aware of other recent tragic events, but this one is hitting him harder than the others. Note that my breakdown yesterday happened while he was at school so he only saw a groggy mom when he came home.
He has his network of friends at school and the dojo, he does his own internet research, and tonight is the first ARP team meeting since Monday - so he gets information from many sources other than me. While the Aurora and Sandy Hook shootings were horrible, in both cases the person responsible was immediately identified. This bombing is still "faceless" and I think that is what is bothering him the most.
When my mom called to tell me the news, I was sure I was a sociopath because it didn't hit me on any visceral level. You know, yeah, that's horrible and fucked up, but I wasn't feeling it. But hearing the accounts of the first responders and the families affected on the way to and from work these past two days, I've been having trouble remaining dry-eyed when I shift into park.
I used to get a stomach ache every thursday in elementary. Which coincided with square dance day in PE with the dreaded Ms. Cross (actually Krauth, but Cross suited her better.) I HATED square dance day. It was an actual ache, but I wasn't sick, it was anxiety,I know now. I didn't then, and still don't now, like having to touch unless it is MY idea.
Where did I put the charger for my magical self-jump-starter device?