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Fit-tastic Update: Puke Plague & Hardcore Love

In the last 6 days I’ve been as sick as I’ve ever been in my life.

I’ll try not to freak you out too badly, but it was the worst stomach flu I could have imagined, which I ranked at nine on the pain scale at the hospital, and this is unusual for me, because I have a very high pain threshold. Celiac disease I’d rate maybe a two or at most, once in a while, a five. This experience only compares to childbirth + throwing up, but I’m getting ahead of myself.

On Sunday February 10, my stomach felt a little weird in the evening. I couldn’t put my finger on it and assumed it was something I’d eaten.

By Monday, February 11, I realized things were bad. I was having these super intense waves of nausea over and over, up and down from my throat down to my lower intestines. The vomiting began Monday night and if you know me well, you know I’m not a puker. But my non-puking powers were no match for this sickness.

By Tuesday, February 12, I was in full blown sickness. After a particularly agonizing nausea wave and much swearing and crying coming from my side of the bed, Trent told me later I was an “angry sick,” which I thought was hilarious and so true, at least with this angry flu.

By Wednesday, February 13, I was retching so much that I was dizzy, confused and shaking. I called Trent and he came home. He went to the store to by me some meds, but they were all oral and I couldn’t keep anything down. I went to take a bath because that was one of the few things that could keep the sickness at bay, even if for only a little while. After Trent talked to the nurse he decided he thought I should go to the ER to see what they could do to stop the my technicolor yawn.

At the ER I threw up through the receptionist part of the visit. Trent mostly answered the questions. Oh, and I was in a wheel chair because I was feeling so weak. They finally took me to a room where they gave me a saline IV to get some fluids in my body, then they gave me an anti nausea med, also through an IV. When the nurse came back he asked me if I as still nauseous which I was, so he gave me another nausea IV and they he gave me some morphine.

Within a minute or two there were waves on a ceiling and then I just went away to dreamland. I remember saying at some point that I was really cold and the nurse came back with I don’t even know how many blankets. I remember waking up each time he would apply another blanket, but then being asleep by the time the next blanket made contact with me, which would wake me up again. I was seriously out of it.

By Thursday, February 14, I was a bit better, because I had anti nausea meds and pain killers, but I still couldn’t keep much of anything down.

By Friday, February 15, I was feeling much better and no longer throwing up. As I stopped the vomiting phase, I began to realize I had a lot of pain in my throat, esophagus, stomach and back.

I thought it would be good for me to do a weight check-in, so I stepped on the scale and I’m at 190lbs now. This is one of the not so terrible things that came out of my terrible sickness.

Here’s another, in the last week I’ve been as sick, as pitiful, as broken, as hurting, as ugly, with disgusting things coming out of my body and Trent has loved me through it all.

I didn’t get flowers, or chocolate candies or a big fat diamond ring for Valentine’s Day, but you know what I did get? Unwavering love and support, both physically and emotionally.  My husband was the best nurse a person could wish for.

Now I pay tribute to this amazing rock in my life who totally rocks my world.

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Ten more reasons to love my husband:

1. He made sure I got my meds in an order that allowed me to keep them down, and made sure I had the right meds at the right time. Because he’s clever and caring.

2. He filled my water glass almost every time he came to check on me. Because he’s a loving person.

3. He checked on me often. Because he thinks of me.

4. He updated my friends about me not feeling well, so that my people would know why I wasn’t returning messages. And I never asked him to update anyone on anything. Because he knows me.

5. When I was a limp noodle too sick to get out of the bathtub to go the ER, he helped me out and half carried my frail, damp, naked body to the bedroom and dressed me. Because he knows what I need.

6. He took care of my responsibilities – like getting the boy up in the morning and doing the carpool and most of the time he did these things without me asking. Because he wants to make my life easier.

7. He cleaned out my barf bowl for days and not just a quick dump of the bowl – I mean full on washing the bowl so that I didn’t have to look at or smell anything from the last cookie-tossing session. Because he’s thoughtful.

8.  He worked from home from Wednesday through Friday so that he could take care of me. Because I am so important to him.

9.  At the ER he had the most worried look on his face. A look that said, if I could do anything to take this misery away I would. If I moved or stirred at the ER he was right by my side asking me what I needed. Because he’s my hero.

10. He walked me to the bathroom at the ER, holding my hospital smock closed in the back and halfway held me up. Then he handled my urine sample, by getting it where it needed to go.  Because he loves me in a hardcore kinda way.

He did all of these things with love, caring, empathy and concern for me.

So I missed Valentine’s Day and my birthday to some extent, but I didn’t miss out on the love.

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In this photo Trent is saying, “Stop staring at me. You’re making me uncomfortable.”
And I’m saying, “I can’t stop staring.”

I wouldn’t recommend spending Valentine’s Day in utter misery and then to be still recovering from sickness on your birthday, so avoid it if you can, but if you’ve got to be miserable, make sure you have someone at your side who loves the hell out of you.

This is my story. This is what I’ve been dealing with and celebrating.

I think this sickness and other recent sickness are related to my body transitioning from sick to healthier- right now I seem to be very susceptible to illness.

In case you didn’t already know today is my birthday, my 42nd to be exact and although I’ve had some recent set backs I’m feeling like a phoenix rising from the ashes, reborn. Except in my case it’s a phoenix arising from puke plague and Celiac disease, which is not all that sexy, but it’s the truth.

Today I feel even more dedicated than ever to living a better, healthier life with lots more love.

“Turn your face to the sun and the shadows fall behind you.” ~Maori Proverb

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8 Comments

  1. Posted February 17, 2013 at 12:59 am | #

    so how can we clone this man? what a guy, you’re a lucky girl.
    get well soon, sounds bloody awful.

    • Posted February 25, 2013 at 12:59 am | #

      Yes, cloning my husband is a great idea. The world would be a better place if there were more of him. I am lucky and I’m well again. Thanks for keeping up with the journey! xo

  2. Lea
    Posted February 17, 2013 at 1:19 am | #

    Your love made me a bit teary–so sweet! I’m glad you’re recovering, that sounds absolutely horrible! Happy birthday!

    • Posted February 25, 2013 at 12:58 am | #

      Thank you! Thank you! xo

  3. Posted February 17, 2013 at 4:01 pm | #

    Your posts always make me cry with tenderness and understanding of deep deep beauty and love, Jen Neitzel! You are a powerful writer!!! Thank you!

    • Posted February 25, 2013 at 12:58 am | #

      Thank you, Ivy! Your response made me cry too. xoxo

  4. Posted February 17, 2013 at 4:34 pm | #

    Wow. I think you got the real, honest to goodness flu like plague. I’m guessing your body is trying to recover from other stuff and that’s why it hit you so hard.

    Of course, Trent is awesome, and I’m so glad he showed you some of the best love of all: the love he said he would give you when he married you. It seems there’s one kind of muffin that’s still good for you. It’s that love muffin you’re married to!

    • Posted February 25, 2013 at 12:57 am | #

      I do have one muffin I’m not allergic to. My sweet, sweet Trent! xoxo, dedrick!