Thursday I stayed home from work because I was sick, thinking it was caused by my antidepressant, but in fact it was just stress and my nerves. I didn't wanna go to work either way, because of all the shit that's going on there, but at the same time I wanted to, just to get some experience training on my job. Anyways, it was also someones b-day that day and we went to celebrate it with their family. Well, Trinity ended up throwing up all over the kitchen floor, so my bf and his mom were helping me clean up the mess, while I cleaned her up. Then she threw up on an antique rocking couch, so I had to give her a bath while my bf and his mom cleaned that up.......Lets just say she ended up throwing up a few more times over there, so we had to leave. Friday I had an appointment with my psychitrist, and I got my Cymbalta updosed to 60 mg instead of 30 mg. Adam and I ended up getting into an argument (our personal issues), and he left to go visit his mom just to have some time away. I hate when Adam and I argue, it's mostly over silly shit, but this time is was serious. Things are great now (as far as I know of), but now he's sick with the same crap Trinity is still going through, only I told Adam I'd have a weak stomach cleaning up after him, if he threw up on our bed and sheets, or the floor. Adam understands that. Both of us didn;t get a whole lotta sleep, because either I was tossing and turning on his side of the bed, and he was up and out getting sick. So to help him keep his mind off of it, and so we could go to sleep, we stayed up and talked about the Army, money, eating habits, so on and so on. We didn't get back to sleep until I say 4 am. Then I finally slept good, until I was awaken by my daughter throwing up. This happened twice after that, and then she woke me up again with another problem (I'd rather not say, because it should be self explanitory on what happened besides throwing up), So all in all, I got fucked outta sleep as always, but it's ok, I have to tend to my daughter when she's sick, and now make sure Adam is ok enough to make it to the rest room. I feel so bad for the both of them, and I really hope I don't get it. I have to wait until my daughter takes a nap just so I can get what sleep that's much needed. At least I got her Pedealite Pops, gatorade, Adam got them 7 Up and Saltine crackers. But she's refusing the crackers, so I have to try to encourage her to eat them so she doesn't get anymore sick. Man I tired and a little hungry.
