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Mar. 28th, 2011 10:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dancing_crowAArgh!
Alice is broken again, puking with a migraine (no fever) and rolled into a small miserable ball on the couch. Once I drip a tiny amount of caffeine into her, she'll start to improve, but getting past the puking part is vile.
I can't shake the feeling that it is somehow my failure; of my genes, of nutrition, of sleep habits. There should be SOMETHING I could do to work towards fixing this, instead of just reacting, too late, to circumstance. When I examine the reality, I know there is little truth to it. It must be a parenting/caring for kind of deal, where I would take her pain if I could.
Alice is broken again, puking with a migraine (no fever) and rolled into a small miserable ball on the couch. Once I drip a tiny amount of caffeine into her, she'll start to improve, but getting past the puking part is vile.
I can't shake the feeling that it is somehow my failure; of my genes, of nutrition, of sleep habits. There should be SOMETHING I could do to work towards fixing this, instead of just reacting, too late, to circumstance. When I examine the reality, I know there is little truth to it. It must be a parenting/caring for kind of deal, where I would take her pain if I could.