Ugh. This morning has been that scene in a suspenseful action movie where somebody has to cut the wire to defuse the bomb.
Except she's sitting on the toilet, facing the tub, and we're trying to take the study meds. Which have been cut into small quarters and we are slowly getting them down with Gatorade, despite a very hinky stomach which is balking quite a bit.
The other effective trick has been that old standby, broth. One malfunction so far but more in than out and we're trying to hold steady.
It's exhausting.
Going to talk to her local doctor and see if we can get a saline bag infusion today or tomorrow.
Oh dear. Good luck with the saline, for sure
Yes, I hope you can get the saline. Dehydration is tricky stuff.
And wishing you and easy bout of Covid with a quick recovery, JenP! I think that was one of the many things I thought but did not type, so typing it now
Having chicken soup for lunch in hopes of that somehow helping all y'all's health
Thanks for the well wishes, all.
I hope JZ gets some relief soon. Sounds like a hydration session is for sure in order.
Oh yikes. I hope you feel better soon JZ, that sounds miserable!
Jen P, I hope you and DH have an easy recovery from Covid!
And I hope JZ gets some relief and hydration soon.
Everyone who feels poorly should feel well.
I am on a project with a first-time manager and she is flailing and it is so hard to not try to jump in. 1) She has to learn to do this herself. 2) It's not my job! But my oldest sibling instinct keeps kicking in. Something needs to be done? I can do it! Everyone loves me because of how helpful I am!
