1:00am
i woke up after a couple of hours of deep sleep to realize i had diarrhea, while i was sleeping. i tried to get off the sofa without moving my soiled butt across the sofa. i almost made it to my walker, when i lost my balance falling to the floor, hitting my head on a chair. i laid there briefly, laughing, because i've cried too much.
i got myself back up and into the bathroom. i had already done everything in my underwear, so basically i just cleaned myself. i got up from the toilet and tried to clean myself with wet towels. My balance on one foot making it difficult. i returned to the sofa, struggling to take off the dirty sofa cushions and put them in the washer to soak. All the time trying to be quiet not to wake Devon.
i'm unable to stand and balance myself on one leg. Something so simple as going to the bathroom nearly becomes a complete workout. An hour and a half later, covered in sweat, i tried to go back to sleep, but fearful of having more diarrhea.
With Devon working and gone for over 24 hours and my blood sugar low, i fixed a sugary drink. My body is rejecting the sugar, of any kind. This is just another pathetic reminder. When Devon woke up i was so embarrassed to ask him to put up the dirty towels i had tossed into the shower.
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