Clearly Trevor didn't just have the flu. He was pale, feverish and said he was dizzy. I decided to stay away from him but an hour later he was a little too quiet and I found him in the bathroom, kneeling in front of the toilet. He said he felt nauseous and said I should rather leave him alone. Next thing I know he's projectile vomiting with a decibel level so loud I could hear it above the sound of the TV. *gross!!!!!* I called the doctor's office and got him an appointment. I got Trev out of bed, helped him get ready and even had to tie his shoelaces.
We got to our GP who diagnosed him with stomach flu and said he needed some shots. Lucky me got to witness two slow and very painful injections being administered into each bum cheek. Because he's contagious, the doc advised that we separate for two days. When we got home, I promptly moved my stuff into the guest room and prepared myself for two lonely nights in my old bed.
I spent the next three days caring for my sickly husband. I had to give him his meds, prepare his Rehidrat drinks, make sure he had a constant supply of dry biscuits and all this without being able to touch him or spend more than 10 minutes in the bedroom with him. Sleeping alone was horrible and even the dogs weren't happy about being moved out of their usual space.
You'd think he'd be right as rain today...not a chance! He just went to the doctor again and he's actually got a viral infection plus middle ear infection and his trachea is inflamed.
Oh and here's the best bit: He's still contagious and we have to separate again *crying face!!!!!!!!!!*
On the upside, it's terribly funny that I'm the pregnant one and the only time I see a doctor now is when Trev's being checked out. In the last two months, I've sat through a gastroscopy, an EKG, one night at a sleep clinic and four GP visits for his clearly suffering immune system while I've had one pregnancy check-up.
Maybe it's time we put Trev on some prenatal vitamins hahahahahahaha!!!!
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