I woke up last night to my darling partner vomitting at 5:00 a.m. I called out if she was okay. I guess I should have gotten my ass up and checked. She vomits day and night. She eats alot too. Oh and sleeps. Today, she actually skipped work. She NEVER skips work.
SO I feel guilty because I am tired. Tired of worrying that at any moment she is going to call panicked that she's bleeding again (turns out it was a clot). Worry can take alot out of a human. We count days to the next u/s to see if they are still alive in there. Oh, I am an irish fatalist type....and that can be emotionally draining.
REASON A1 for loving NYC: Listening to my neighbor sing opera last night.
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