In many ways, the day after the meth shot is worse than the actual day of the shot. This morning, my son woke me up at 5:00 and wouldn't let me go back to bed. He said that he wanted to play with me before he had to go to OT, and that I'm "better than Daddy". Since I haven't spent as much time as normal with him, I felt I couldn't refuse. We spent some time playing with his stuffed animals and talking. It was actually kind of nice. But once they left, I couldn't fall back to sleep. I tried, but I just couldn't.
My husband came home after he dropped our son off at school to take me to Costco. I can't do the Costco run on my own, it is too tiring and the stuff is too heavy. As we got home, I had to make a run to the toilet, and was almost unable to make it. Fortunately, I did.
The D has been bad today. In addition, the nasty taste is still in my mouth. I have abdominal pain. And I'm dealing with nausea. And a headache. The pain pills don't seem to be helping, either. I will try to nap again, but with the pain it doesn't seem likely.
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