Day 18

Sunday, May 18

Today I felt a little nauseated again – I’ve done that foaming/drooling/gulping thing a couple of times, and it’s truly pitiful to see. And then to add insult to injury, Jenny feels like she needs to wipe off my face after it happens!

I spent most of the day downstairs, listening to Mr. Cat cry at the basement door and watching the world through the doorwall. I was pretty good at sitting still through my feedings. The vet wrap seems to be a good (if not completely comfortable) solution to keeping my tube out of the way.

Unfortunately, when James weighed me tonight I only weighed 5 lbs., 2½ oz., so it looks like a lost half an ounce somewhere along the way (must be the barfing).