January 28, 2007
Tolkien is doing much better. The morphine may not have done anything for him, but the other pain killers allowed him to settle down. Between eight and eight thirty he fell asleep on his bed while I punched away at the computer, writing my paper. I could tell he was asleep by the loud snoring that shook the room.
Annie called last night as well. She talked to me for about two minutes before she started chucking (hopefully in a toilet). She told me about her day along the way, and I strangely longed for her to come home so I could take care of her.
Tolkien woke me up around eleven when he got off his bed. I was sleeping under the Harley blanket next to his bed to keep him happy. I'm a putz. Well, it was then that I realized the power had gone out. He went out and decided to stay out for a while. I woke up several times to see if he wanted back in, and have no idea what time it was when he came back in. He settled back into his bed, and I went back to sleep on the floor. I was surprised that I wasn't uncomfortable. At almost exactly six this morning the power came back on. It was almost like it was planned... Anyway, Tolkien has stopped whining and yelping when he moves, although he still has difficulty walking. He's doing well, though, and I think he is enjoying the increased attention. He's drinking some water, but he won't eat.
I got a call this morning about Annie's breakfast. Apparently, Annie is terribly fond of the way I make oatmeal. She made it through the whole day without vomiting, and Tolkien has been pleasantly lounging around. In fact he is so comfortable that he has begun itching, again. We have to get a handle on that...
Annie is wandering around holding a bucket, but she seems ok. I'm not sure that she is not working the sick thing with me, but that thinking has led resulted in vomit on the bed before. I don't think she will be able to go to school tomorrow... Then there is the fact that I'm getting a bit of an upset stomach myself. Hopefully, it's just all this talk of vomiting...
Pulling everything together...
Annie called last night as well. She talked to me for about two minutes before she started chucking (hopefully in a toilet). She told me about her day along the way, and I strangely longed for her to come home so I could take care of her.
Tolkien woke me up around eleven when he got off his bed. I was sleeping under the Harley blanket next to his bed to keep him happy. I'm a putz. Well, it was then that I realized the power had gone out. He went out and decided to stay out for a while. I woke up several times to see if he wanted back in, and have no idea what time it was when he came back in. He settled back into his bed, and I went back to sleep on the floor. I was surprised that I wasn't uncomfortable. At almost exactly six this morning the power came back on. It was almost like it was planned... Anyway, Tolkien has stopped whining and yelping when he moves, although he still has difficulty walking. He's doing well, though, and I think he is enjoying the increased attention. He's drinking some water, but he won't eat.
I got a call this morning about Annie's breakfast. Apparently, Annie is terribly fond of the way I make oatmeal. She made it through the whole day without vomiting, and Tolkien has been pleasantly lounging around. In fact he is so comfortable that he has begun itching, again. We have to get a handle on that...
Annie is wandering around holding a bucket, but she seems ok. I'm not sure that she is not working the sick thing with me, but that thinking has led resulted in vomit on the bed before. I don't think she will be able to go to school tomorrow... Then there is the fact that I'm getting a bit of an upset stomach myself. Hopefully, it's just all this talk of vomiting...
Pulling everything together...