I should have known that today would bring such a major bummer. After such an amazing evening last night, I guess it’s inevitable to have a serious ‘low’ the next day.
Today Nick started with a new physical therapist (more about this amazing transition later). On the way there, Nick’s stomach started to bother him a little bit. Within 15 minutes of being in Bill’s office, Nick was on a table, curled up in a ball from excruciating stomach cramps. Since Nick could barely move, we just chatted with Bill and received a lot of knowledge and great ideas for our home sessions.
About a half hour into the session is when the nausea set it. He spent the next thirty minutes with his head hanging over the side of the therapy table, staring into a trash can. The sheer helplessness we were experiencing, watching Nick writhe and grimace in pain, was frustrating and painful. And why was this happening during his first therapy session? Couldn’t it have waited until we got home?
He never ended up actually vomiting, just some spitting up. We managed to get him out of there in one piece, into the car, and home in bed. Of course, the pain let up a little once we were on the way home.
Having these little bullshit setbacks happen are just so maddening! Why!!??
Well, he’s sleeping now, peacefully, cuddling with Xena.
Guess we’ll try again on Monday for a proper therapy session.