A lot of my life consists of waiting. Waiting for tests, waiting to see doctors, waiting for results, waiting for medications.... It's a definite test of patience.
One type of waiting that I have had to get used to is waiting for some kind of relief. In the mornings it is waiting for my meds to kick in so that I can start my day... Always waiting for some kind of relief just to be able to function...
Tonight has been rough. I am not sure what happened... I went to bed around 9, then woke up just after midnight unbearably nauseous.
So... I had to wait until my body was ready to vomit, then I had to wait on the bathroom floor until I could move, grabbed a Gravol, but I had to wait until I was in a position that I could stay in long enough for the Gravol to kick in so that I didn't vomit it right back up....
Now I am just sitting perfectly still waiting for the Gravol to kick in and hoping that this isn't going to turn into a full episode....
And if it does? Then I might be waiting in an Emergency room just to see if they can help...
Fingers crossed that it's just another bad day.
:)
I tell ya though, if anyone ever tells me that I am an impatient person, he/she would be risking a full on backhanded slap!
And I am considering getting myself a small memory foam mat (like the one my dog has as his bed) and putting it on the bathroom floor.... It would make for much more comfortable seating on nights like tonight.