Just When You Thought It Was Safe To Go Back In The Water

 Entry 1.    6:52 a.m.

Jenny threw up repeatedly after 11:30 last night. The acute pain in her abdomen, which had gone away a few days ago, announced it's return by waking her up with a sharp, constant,  stabbing pain. She screamed in agony. She cried. I gave her oxy.  She kept crying, her agony reaching a crescendo about 15 minutes into the episode. I asked her what I could get for her, how could I help? She suggested, half kidding, "a shotgun." She threw up the oxy. 

We started in the pain regimen and she threw up the muscle relaxant. She threw up the Dilaudid as well. I had her smoke her vape pen, which stopped the nausea, and she fell asleep. Also, I helped her to the bathroom after she stopped throwing up, and she was very unsteady on her feet, and it was only because I was helping her that she didn't fall. 

I was hypervigilant now, unable to sleep for fear she would try again to go to the bathroom by herself. She was and is so unsteady on her feet, I have moved to her bed for as long as it takes for her to get her sea legs and the stamina to keep them, which I am betting means until the disease runs its course.

She woke up when I stirred, just after 6:00 a.m., asking me for a bit of orange and her morning oxy. I slowly got up. Both items have stayed down so far. At about 7:00, I helped her to the bathroom, and then back to bed. She is sleeping again.

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