Consuela, I'm wishing peace and ease to you and everyone you love. Transitions can be so hard. Bless you.
I'm having major sympathy pangs for Emmett. Not least because I've made the sort of mistakes that have ensured that drinking is just not for me.
Bless his heart and his belly.
I'm also having massive, in the moment, sympathy as I too had gastropalooza last night. It seems as if whatever afflicted Cagney last week as gotten me.
Honestly, I was afraid I was going to have to go to the hospital.
It felt as if,
an angry gerbil was clawing its way through my intestines
. (whitefonted for the ick factor)
I spent hours on the floor of the bathroom, shaking and sweating profusely. I can't remember ever sweating so much, with or without heat.
Thankfully, after everything left my system...in every way possible, I was able to sleep.
I've whirled up some pineapple, frozen banana, protein powder and lime juice a little while ago. I'm appreciative that my body has not rejected it but, it isn't particularly happy either. Blergh.
I hate making other people take care of me because I did something stupid. If Emmett learns to hate that - he will do just fine .
Oof, Emmett. And ugh, that was quite a repulsive combo and what the hell were they doing drinking absinthe as shots?
and what the hell were they doing drinking absinthe as shots?
Apparently I've been deficient in showing him NIN videos?
Much love to you and your family, Consuela.
Also, I've been chatting with Emmett's godmother, Karen, about it all. I mentioned that I was worried about how Laura's parents would view him (perhaps forbidding them from hanging out), and she wrote a short, sweet "character witness" type email to Laura's mom. Karen's always got his back.
I should say, I am in awe of the way things are being handled in Chez Smay. Emmett is a lucky pup.
I should say, I am in awe of the way things are being handled in Chez Smay. Emmett is a lucky pup.
Yes- once my mother THOUGHT I had been drinking, but really I had the hiccups from eating dry bread too fast. Which really sounds like a lame excuse, actually, if here had been any other reason (smell, tipsyness) to think I had been drinking!
Matilda and I just got back from church (where she hugged me and cried because she was worried about Emmett and his seasickness) and relieved Hec of Emmett-watching duty so he could drive back across the Bay to retrieve the tux. I can hear Emmett shuffling around between his room and the bathroom, but I think he's too abashed to come out and face his Pumpernickel. Poor stressed-out lambs, all of them.
Suela, I'm so very sorry. Wishing you, along with your sibs and father, all possible peace. You've been put through so many relentless wringers in the last year.
