So what does ole Whatsupdoc? have to do with this? I eventually ran so out of steam and I couldn't keep my own spit down and went to see the very friendly people at Primary Health's "Immediate Care" on FiveMile and Ustick Rds here in Boise. P.A. Jeff said there is a shot that will help with this and my pant were down before he was out the door to find the needle. His very nice nurse actually did the pleasantries. "It will make you a little sleepy" she said as she tenderly applied the Bugs Bunny bandaid to my upper right cheek.
Moments later as I was dashed into the very sanitary bathroom to do more toilet hugging, (the strategically placed me in the room across the hall from the toilet - that is how great they are - or I could have had a lovely pink hospital basin) there was a wave of warmth that was a little alarming, yet kind of pleasant. Whoa - my retching was stopped mid-progress and that felt a little strange, but all settled kindly into a retraction of the stomach acid that was trying to reach freedom but never managed to see the light.
Aah, I laid down comfortably, spread eagle with the toilet between my feet, on the cool bathroom tiles and gazed gently at the ceiling. knock...knock..."You ok in there?" "Me??" I reply ( I was the only patient there at 8am on the spot on a Sunday) "Yes!" I respond - in perfect English. I then wondered if they had a camera in the bathroom and could see that I was ready to nap into the afternoon on the cool bathroom tiles.
Luckily, the brain kicked it. Move!! It says. Ok...my body responds. We (all the parts of the body - now having a margaritaville party in the happy juice of the anti-nausea shot) move slowly and thoughtfully...coming to all fours, then kneeling - using the toilet and sink for leverage - then standing. I inhale as I stand because, in yoga, you inhale as you bring your head from below your heart to above your heart. This keeps you from getting dizzy and falling over. Inhaling helps and I walk across the hall to my room.
K and Ren greet me as I slump in the care. P.A. Jeff comes back in and asks if I am ok and I say "I think so" so he encourages me to lay on the table. He doesn't let anyone just jump out onto the street who gets the shot and wants to make sure I don't have a reaction. I stumble my way onto the exam table bed thing and it suddenly becomes so soft and so comfy. As I sink in another wave of nausea strikes surprisingly and it must have shown in my face because here came the pink, rectangular hospital bucket. The wave subsided, but I laid the bucket on my belly so it would be handy. There I lay. Bucket on my belly and Bugs Bunny bandaid on my butt. "Will someone turn out the lights?" I inquire. Click. They go off. Aaaaah. Nite Nite Bugs...
Had Ren not been there, I may have nodded off for at least the entire day, but she was not going to watch me just sleep peacefully. She squawked and I awoke. Ok...time to go. They wheeled me out in a wheelchair - by now I am really enjoying this - and deposited my in the passenger seat of the car. We went home and I had a delightful nap.
Yes, I am feeling much better now.
Unrelated, this is a cute pic of Ren mid dressing...13 months

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