Yesterday morning I dropped my husband off at the airport. He'll be gone until Friday. So it is just my son and I. I am hoping to get through this without too much trouble.
As yesterday was Tuesday, it was also the day for my methotrexate injection. After I injected, I spent about 4 hours in bed. I dozed, but I also had a lot of muscle pain. It was a miserable afternoon. I also had a lot of bloody D.
As my husband was away, I had to get my son from camp, then bring him to OT. Since camp pick up is at 4:30, and OT is in Woodbury at 6, we went out to dinner in Woodbury. I took him to Panera, where he eat his entire PB&J sandwich and yogurt tube. He wanted a cinnamon bun for dessert, even though it was as big as his head, so I gave him half. He ate the entire thing. After OT, when we got home, he ate an entire red bell pepper, a cup or so of blueberries and a bowl of cashews. With all the energy he burns at camp, I guess this explains why his pants that fit perfectly at the end of the school year are now loose.
Whenever my husband is out of town, my son sleeps in bed with me. He was tossing a bit in the middle of the night. Poor kid has a bit of a cold, and he never gets sick. He loves camp, and didn't want to stay home, especially with this being the last week. I just hope I don't get it, too.
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