Thank you so much for your kindness, oldgraymare2.
It is by the Grace of God that I am able to help my mother. There are days when I have to feed her later because I’m having a problem with nausea or related issues. But I always try to make sure she has something in her room that she can eat or drink in case things get worse. I’m not going to be completely better until I have my surgery. So we try to adapt to whatever comes up.
This flu and the gastro issues are part of my Cross. And I do my best to bear them. It could be worse. I could’ve lived during a time when there weren’t solutions to these problems. When I start to feel real frustrated about not being able to have the surgery yet, Mama reminds me that it’ll be Spring soon. And at least, we won’t have to worry about the temperatures being below freezing. (No, then we’ll just have to worry about our fur babies beating up the newbies until our return since it’ll be an overnight hospital stay.)
Mama hasn’t decided what she’s having for breakfast yet. Her pizza is gone. The banana nut muffins are gone. It’ll depend on her mood.
Right now, I’m finishing off last night’s Gatorade. Can’t believe I fell asleep without finishing it. I must’ve been more tired than I thought. I’ll probably have soup for breakfast. It’s what I’m in the mood for. I really do love soup and could eat it every day.