Ugh. I wish there was one magical day where m/s went away, never to return. I want to be able to count down to the time when I feel better. To know that with each passing day, I'm a bit closer to feeling like my normal self again. I hate not knowing how long this could drag on.
My DH thinks I hate him. I swear I don't. But I feel sooo freaking ill all the time, that I honestly don't want to be touched. At all. By anyone. I tense up when he tries to show me any affection at all. It's mostly just because I constantly feel like I have vomit sitting right at the top of my throat just waiting to come out. I am exhausted, and EVERYTHING makes it worse. So he's taking offense and acting pissy with me, and of course I'm pissy with him for not being understanding. We've been through this twice before, you'd think he would know the drill by now.
And tomorrow, I start 11 days in a row of work. The thought of it makes me want to throat punch someone (particularly, the idiot scheduler who let it happen). Seriously... 11 days in a row is just sadistic. It especially sucks now that I have 2 hours of driving time every day too.
Woe is me.
At least I *should* get to see my bean tomorrow.