EDIT (5:32pm): Thank you SO much for praying, guys! I beg you to keep it up! In the past hour, I’ve felt amazingly better. I’m awfully weak, but my fever broke, and I haven’t thrown up since the van episode. Praise the Lord! (Did I mention that I am petrified of vomiting?) I still can’t bring myself to eat anything, but I’m going to try chicken broth here in a bit. Still sitting on the toilet quite a bit. (What could possibly be left inside me??) I have some raw-awful hemorrhoids from all the you-know. But I’ll take that over nausea any day!
Ava just asked me if I was feeling better. “You look a lot better,” she said. Those 2 have been complete angels since they got home. Loving on me, getting their own snacks, helping with Nina. Gabe’s at a meeting, so I’m extra-thankful for their help. (Okay, spoke too soon. They just started yelling at each other.)
I KNOW your prayers have been instrumental in me feeling this much better already! Bless you to bits and more bits! I love you!
I’m sicker than a dog and need to head to Michigan in less than 24 hours. Woke up feeling yucky. Tried to run. Came home. Had some…loose bowels. And again. And again, again, again. Dragged myself to Bible study. Wanted to kill myself all the way home. Made it 15 minutes, pulled into our street, stopped the van, opened the door. Puked 5 times. I haven’t thrown up since October 2001.
Pray that this is a 24-hour bug (or less!). I need some divine intervention to make it to Michigan. Tonia, I’ll be in touch. Unless God says absolutely not, I’ll be there, come hell or high fever.