Well this past weekend really just proved all theories about hyperemesis that I’ve been given are wrong.
#1. If you get enough protein you will feel better.
#2. If you get enough carbs and increase your blood sugar you will feel better.
#3. If you stay hydrated you will feel better.
#4. If you get enough rest you will feel better.
#5. If you stay on schedule with your medicines you will feel better.
Thursday, the day after I went off home IV care, I woke up feeling terrible. I managed to get through it that morning though and ate a bunch of food throughout the day. I got plenty of hydration, protein and carbs. I didn’t actually throw up once.
Friday, however, I woke up vomitting and I couldn’t stop. No matter what I put in it all came out. So I went back on the home IV care. We almost stayed home the whole weekend because I felt so terrible. Even once I was back on the drugs and the hydration I felt terrible.
Once back on the IVs I didn’t miss a dose of my medicines. I stuck to the schedule perfectly. So the theory that missing your dose times was quickly ruled out.
Saturday I had a great day. I woke up a little woozy feeling, but I quickly quieted my stomach with some ginger snaps. The rest of the day I managed to get plenty of food and protein in. I had several small meals throughout the day. I even did OK during the cooking of our Chinese dinner. Something I had been worried about because of my recent aversion to sesame oil. The only thing that bothered me briefly was the smell of onions which I quickly tempered by peeling a tangerine and practically sticking it in my nose. I even took a nap that day.
Sunday I woke up and felt awful. I had gotten plenty of food and rest the previous day. There was no reason for me to feel like crap. I ate a few ginger snaps which didn’t help. Stephen gave me a dose of my medicine. I smelled and ate half a tangerine. Nothing seemed to really help. I got up. I ate some oatmeal. Still didn’t feel great. I obeyed my cravings on the way home and had a burrito from Taco Bell on the way home. Still didn’t feel great. I tried to sleep in the car. Nothing was helping. We got home. I tried a few snacks. Nothing helped. There was no reason for me to feel this way. I was eating plenty and getting plenty of hydration. I wasn’t missing my medicines. I took a nap when we got home. I just kept feeling like crap.
This continued this morning. I had a bowl of cereal. I continued to feel like crap. I took my medicine. I continued to feel like crap. Stephen brought home another burrito for me. I still feel like crap. I took a bath. Nothing has helped.
This is just ridiculous. There’s no pattern to it. No theory that explains it. Bland foods or no, protein or no, carbs or no, medicine or no, I still feel like crap.