At 2 AM I was awoken by the foreboding sensation of my stomach turning. I tried to lie as still as possible, hoping the nausea would pass. Experience has taught me that my reliance upon my prosthetic significantly impacts the timing of my "I'd better get to the bathroom because I'm going to vomit" decision. After all, there is no running to the bathroom when a prosthesis must be donned first! When it became clear that my stomach issues were not going to be wished or ignored away, I put on my leg and surrendered to the illness.
a combination of panic and the dark caused me to fumble with my liner
and leg. Silently cursing my amputation (because I knew opening my mouth
at this moment would likely result in a messy affair), I barely made it
to the bathroom in time. Being an amputee in the middle of the night
when a stomach bug hits simply stinks!
To spare the unseemly and
repulsive details, I'll simply declare that it was a long night. This
morning I will attempt to gather my composure long enough to drop Robby
off at school. I plan on coming home, climbing into bed and sleeping
until I feel better, or it is time to pick him up. This is my first sick
day since Robby started school full time. I have to admit, I'm happy
for the reprieve and solitude today.