Blessed
As per mention in my previous post-- recovery was going oh so smoothly. My family even let me out of the house Friday evening to see a movie and Kyle and I saved a dog from this wildfire: I was thinking that this was going to take just a few days of being a couch potato and I'd be back in the game... okay, wrong--> So Kyle and I were dog-sitting for a family friend and Sunday morning I wake up and I'm in a lot of pain. After eating a hearty breakfast, I take two Vicodin (because I could). About an hour later I start getting really nauseous and dizzy. I try to sleep it off but my body is not havin' it. I actually thought I was dying and I'm not being dramatic when I say I looked like something off the Walking Dead (sorry no pictures this time). There was nothing in my stomach and my body wouldn't keep anything down. I could tell that Kyle and my parents were really worried about me...I mean I was worried myself! We moved to my hou...