More likely than not, next week I will be moving from the Manor to Bailey-Boushay House. The Manor is an assisted living facility, and doesn't have the level of care that I need.
I am so tired that the thought of paperwork and packing up is overwhelming, but my friends and Younger Son will do most of this for me. Today, Saturday, after two nights with virtually no sleep (and lots of vomiting) I've decided to spend the day in bed. Getting dressed, fussing with my hair, and going down to breakfast is a hurdle about the size of Fuji.
I could describe my almost-daily bouts of vomiting, but I won't. The very small amounts of food that I eat in the morning almost always come back up in the early evening. The time varies, once it was midnight, and yesterday I hit a PR--three times!
The medicine I take for this is a Compazine suppository. It works, most of the time, but yesterday we were waiting all evening for a delivery from the pharmacy and I kept up-chucking. Finally, I got my dose at almost midnight. It's good for 12 hours, so the pudding I ate for breakfast should settle, and I will be sure to ask for more Compazine at noon.
Fascinating, I know.
Why am I vomiting? I don't know, but I'll ask Dr. Lee when I see him next week.