Just on their own a fractured knee, a period with hemmorage levels of bleeding, constant poopies, dizziness, and nausea suck. But when all of them are combined together it puts me at my wits end.

Whatever my mom and Gabriel came down with, I'm getting. The only thing keeping me from throwing up is pure willpower and the fact that throwing up is one of the things that I just cannot stand. It comes out my nose when I do, so if I have any control over it, I deal with the nausea and keep whatever is inside my stomach inside of me.

Yesterday Rob came home early from work. That was fantastic. Getting Gabriel over the gate and to his bedroom was a task that made my knee hurt so bad... especially since I had to tough it out and not use my crutches to walk. Good god, I cannot even begin to describe the pain of having to try and hobble on a fractured knee.

Gabriel fell asleep nice and early last night, so we watched some TV in bed and went to sleep early as well. Of course, he woke up in the middle of the night to throw up again, but it wasn't as bad as the night before.

Today I slept in. No matter how much sleep I get right now, I'm still tired. Rob told me that having an injury like a fracture will kick your ass. He's right.

At some point today, I need to shower and get ready. We need to go grocery shopping. I don't want to move.

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Your Irish Name Is...

Sinead Power