Lizze and I made it to Cleveland, with a bit of time to spare. We did that despite some asshole almost crashing into us as he tried to pass us on the single lane in ramp.
Aside from that, traffic wasn’t too bad, and we had a nice conversation.
I’m waiting for Lizze to get out of her appointment. We’re hoping that we can manage her nausea, at the very least. There’s no cure for gastroparesis, and according to the gastric empty study she had done, roughly fifty percent of what she eats, remains in her stomach, long after her stomach should have emptied.
It’s classified as severe.
There’s no life threatening anything involved here, but quality of life is severely impacted.