Week of extremes...
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flexagonTo contrast with the story I haven't told you yet, I got really sick on Wednesday night. At about 3:30 AM I got up and decided to poop... then the thought that I just maybe felt sick to my stomach turned quickly into retching in the sink. Then my guts churned and it was back to the toilet for much less well-formed excretions. And then, hey, I have to puke again.
By this time I felt like a giant had hold of my entire alimentary canal and was wringing me out at both ends, so you may guess what happens next. (Have you read Choke by Chuck Pahlaniuk? Well, don't! But the same thing happens to the main character there. He found it quite cathartic.) My advice to anyone who is losing it at both ends simultaneously is to stay on the toilet. Puke into a towel or something. It can't possibly be as bad as puking into the sink while spraying liquid fecal matter all over the floor. Or, to be more specific, it won't be as bad as cleaning off the bathroom floor at 3:45 in the morning, then waking up again at 8:00 to realize there's more to clean up in the hallway. Which brings me to piece of advice #2: close the bathroom door.
OMFG. Why are you reading this?
I was so miserable. Impressed with what my body can do when it's angry, true... but miserable. It's scary as hell to be that sick when you're not at home. Got all the towels in the washing machine, though, fell back asleep and slept the whole day away in 2-3 hour increments. Then I was awake for a couple of hours (insert epic, slow, one-block walk to Starbucks for yogurt, some of which I even ate) and then slept for ten more hours.
Today's been almost normal, except that I'm afraid to eat anything with much texture. Lots of yogurt and pudding and bread for me. At least it's staying down, and nothing's leaving the system except when I say okay.
By this time I felt like a giant had hold of my entire alimentary canal and was wringing me out at both ends, so you may guess what happens next. (Have you read Choke by Chuck Pahlaniuk? Well, don't! But the same thing happens to the main character there. He found it quite cathartic.) My advice to anyone who is losing it at both ends simultaneously is to stay on the toilet. Puke into a towel or something. It can't possibly be as bad as puking into the sink while spraying liquid fecal matter all over the floor. Or, to be more specific, it won't be as bad as cleaning off the bathroom floor at 3:45 in the morning, then waking up again at 8:00 to realize there's more to clean up in the hallway. Which brings me to piece of advice #2: close the bathroom door.
OMFG. Why are you reading this?
I was so miserable. Impressed with what my body can do when it's angry, true... but miserable. It's scary as hell to be that sick when you're not at home. Got all the towels in the washing machine, though, fell back asleep and slept the whole day away in 2-3 hour increments. Then I was awake for a couple of hours (insert epic, slow, one-block walk to Starbucks for yogurt, some of which I even ate) and then slept for ten more hours.
Today's been almost normal, except that I'm afraid to eat anything with much texture. Lots of yogurt and pudding and bread for me. At least it's staying down, and nothing's leaving the system except when I say okay.
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Date: 2013-08-18 04:33 am (UTC)Glad you're feeling better now.
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Date: 2013-08-26 01:30 am (UTC)Three cheers for normal digestion all around.