Strength

"I no longer have the physical or psychic strength to overwork-perhaps this will save me" -Peg  (Quote from Women Who Do Too Much-daily calendar)

Someone's gonna end up in the hospital today.  If it ain't Papa, then it will be me!  I am fading fast........

When I got home last night, it was the 2nd whole day of Papa being nauseated and not eating or drinking anything.  Of course, he wouldn't even try something liquid with sugar, like the doctor told him to do when he gets like this.  :throwing up my hands in despair:   

"Papa, have you tried one of the suppositories for nausea that the doctor prescribed?"  I say. 

He hadn't thought of that!  So, I grab the meds and the box of gloves.

"MOM......YOU aren't gonna do that are you?" says Ab with all the alarm and disgust a 12 year old can muster for such things.

I hand them to Papa and say..."If he doesn't, I will!" and we leave him to his business. 

The medication doesn't help much and he's still holding the trash can under his chin a few hours later.  He has nothing in his stomach, but it's there just in case. 

Common sense must prevail and I tell him that I am taking off work tomorrow and taking him to the doctor, since his doctor hasn't yet returned my call.  He finally doesn't protest and I head to bed. 

At 10:30 pm, I am just drifting off to sleep and my bedroom door suddenly flies open and the light's turned on...Ab yells, "MOM, Papa needs you!"  In my just about asleep stupor, I run downstairs to his room and excitedly say...."What, what's the matter?  Ab said you wanted me!" 

He says pleasantly.............."I just wanted to tell you goodnight before you headed upstairs!"

Arrrrrrgggggghhhhh!  

So, I have to go now, we're heading down the mountain to the doctor's office....I wonder if Papa and I can share a hospital room?