Buck, My precious angel sleeps Options

[tanbuck]

My baby is gone. All my boys are gone. I'll tell more later.
-Donna

[tanbuck]

Cheryl, thank you. And thank you to everyone. Cheryl, your description of what I'm feeling could have been written by me. You captured it right on. I'm just wandering around the house like a zombie. I pick things up and put them down. I go to do things and then don't do them. I can't breathe sometimes. There's a wet blanket of depression draped over me. It's so heavy.
Being this is the third time, I feel flogged. Beaten down. And who would I talk to during this? Buck. But I can't. Not the way I need to.
You're right about the dehydration and I'm especially concerned about my husband. I know he's not drinking enough water at work today. I'm worried about him. And yes, food just isn't in the picture. I haven't eaten but a few bites since noon yesterday. My breakfast is still sitting on the stove. And it's 2:00 p.m.
My head hurts, my eyes are swollen, my mouth is dry. I hate this.
-Donna