Trevor has felt nauseous since December. He's complained every.single.day of feeling "tired sick" or "throw up sick" or "tummy sick". His appetite has decreased dramatically and he's lost 10 lbs since his symptoms cropped up. We are working with his specialists (and adding new ones to the team) to try and get to the bottom of what's going on. In the meantime, this is the very reason why, at last year's physical, when he was at the top of the BMI scale, I was secretly thrilled on the inside. It was the first time in a long time that he physically looked healthy, regardless of what the charts say. I despise standardized anything, not excluding those silly healthy weight charts. I knew that anything could crop up medically to change his health and weight. It did. And here we are.
He is unable to swallow pills, so I crush his pills and sprinkle them in food. We've used everything under the sun, but applesauce has worked best for as long as I can remember.
However, with the nausea in play, he's been, quite literally, gagging his meds down. It's pathetic to see and my heart wrenches every time he's heaving at my own hand's offering.
Here's the thing, though. Even though he complains. Even in spite of gagging and feeling generally crappy. He still swallows. He still swallows AND he keeps loving and trusting me!
This is just one singular reason why he's the bravest person I know.
Today, I tried mixing in apple juice to see if maybe having less texture would be helpful.
It was a success.
Of course, it's only ONE day and one dose. But I hope it continues to help him. Any little thing I can do to improve his quality of life, which encompasses taking necessary medication daily, is a win. Today, it was an apple juice med cocktail for the win. We'll take it.