Sometime in the past 24 hours I have gone from being pretty agile and able to move to not being able to get out of bed, out of the tub, up off the floor, or out of any position really, easily. I can’t lie on my side any more without a pillow to prop up this belly, which sucks b/c that is how Chai nurses, and he can’t sit on my lap to do so b/c he winds up *on top of* my stomach.
I can’t breath, and if I can breath my hips hurt.
When I move too much, my nice calm resting heart rate nearly triples. Moving too much apparently includes trying to prop myself up on pillows in bed, get my blanket out from under my fat ass b/c I’ve rolled so much it’s wrapped around me, and various other things that shouldn’t make it jump like that.
I also managed to get the cold from hell, again, thanks Dorian for bringing that home (D, also, btw, has ear infections, again. Fucking school.) So unless I am sitting bolt upright, I can’t breathe anyway.
Today I want to crawl under a rock and sleep. My sister is home b/c she wasn’t feeling well, but she does have Chai at the moment. Maybe I can sneak in a quick nap.
Really hoping this assy feeling is from the cold, and really hope the cold doesn’t linger like the last one did.
