Round Two

And so it begins (again). The nausea is back for Round 2. I was hoping that I would escape it this time around, but no such luck. And it's determined. Exactly at 6 weeks (Wednesday), I got sick. I was in Jacksonville for my last day of training and I woke in the morning ready to blow. And stayed that way all day. I was so happy that I was coming home that afternoon and that I wouldn't have to try and fake well for any longer. (I haven't told anyone important yet). But on the descent into BWI, I nearly tossed my cookies. I had eaten a whole sandwich earlier hoping to stave off the sickness but it wasn't happening. For the first time ever, I grabbed for the vomit bag and prayed I wouldn't have to use it. It took everything in me but somehow I managed to not puke and gross out everyone on the plane. By the time I got home, I was exhausted. I napped for 2 hours, ate dinner, and went back to bed. So I am on Day 3 of constant nausea, and I called my doctor begging for relief. I paid my dues the first time and I want to be comfortable this time around. He just called back with a prescription. I have hardly eaten because it's hard to find anything appealing but if I don't eat, it gets worse. Matt's on his long week starting Monday and will be working that weekend so it would be nice if I could be functional.