Although I wasn’t too tired yesterday, I had nausea for hours. It lasted well into my sleep and then some. I swear that when we moved into the last house, something up there slammed its fist down and declared, “I’m gonna make sure you suffer nearly every day for the rest of your life!”

It sure feels that way at times. If it isn’t anxiety, then it’s fatigue. If it isn’t pain, it’s nausea.

I’m sipping peppermint tea, which is supposed to help because I still have traces of nausea.

Apparently, I must add meatballs to the list of Do Not Eat since getting my gallbladder removed. We’re pretty sure the frozen meatballs I heated up and added to the spaghetti I made for us yesterday were what caused it.

It came on hours before bedtime and I thought it would be gone by the time I was ready to sleep. I tried a couple of Tums and it seemed to help a little, but not for long. When I finally drifted off on my stomach, I woke up because it started coming up in my throat and I totally regretted not trying to make myself throw up. I was kind of hoping I would throw up whether I wanted to or not since it just didn’t seem to want to leave my system but nope. Then I fell back asleep on my back just to snore myself awake.

I knew I was gonna be exhausted when I got up because of how long I was up for and how shitty I slept. I woke up after 5.5 hours of sleep, and I could kick myself for not staying up! I went back to sleep, not even an hour after being up, and ended up sleeping for nearly 5 additional hours. So the endo appointment, which looked like it would be simple enough to get to after the light was slowing the roll, is back to looking like I’m gonna have to short my sleep by quite a bit to make it to. I may even have to reschedule Tuesday’s lab.