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jazzfishI am not, currently, sick. The sickness passed around 4:30 this morning. Now I am merely tired and stiff. Oh, and a little light-headed, despite having had lunch.
I'm blaming the mushrooms at this point. Stupid mushrooms. The omelette was pretty good but the mushrooms did look a little suspect. Should have left them out, and thrown them out.
So, around 10:30, after trying to Not Be Sick through sheer force of will, I gave up and parked on the toilet for awhile. I was able to get up long enough to take two doses of Pepto. Then just before midnight I started thinking "Okay, time for bed, otherwise I'll never make it in to work. Hm. I'm physically revolting at the thought of taking another round of Pepto, and I'm cold and achey and my stomach is making unhappy noises. I know! Tylenol will help that achey part!"
I actually got as far as putting the pills in my mouth before it occurred to me that putting anything in my stomach was probably a Bad Idea. But I shrugged and went ahead with it anyway.
That seems to have been the signal the stomach was waiting for, and the entirety of the omelette plus a good bit of the Pepto (and, I assume, the Tylenol as well) came back up.
About halfway through that process I noticed that I was actually feeling an awful lot better. Very weird. Once it was complete I brushed my teeth, lugged the spare blanket onto the bed, and slept 'til just after two.
Woke up, couldn't sleep. My legs were unbelievably cold and stiff; I can't tell if the stiff was from having so much extra weight on them (the spare blanket), having been curled up and cramping for who knows how long trying to get warm, or just from being sick. Laid in bed for another two hours. At some point I got up and had a drink of water, because the thirsty was overriding the cold and pain from moving. Around 4:30 it was back to the toilet for a spell, and then all of a sudden whatever was left in my stomach decided that it was tired of being there. While in the process of removing itself it caused every single pore to begin sweating profusely. Creepy.
Once that was done, I felt like the actual illness had broken. Went to bed, slept 'til 6:30ish, and argued with myself off and on about whether I should be getting up to shower and go to work. Finally decided not to, on the grounds that A) I hadn't really gotten much sleep, B) I'm still rather shaky, and C) the illness probably hasn't completely passed over since weak Tang tasted like the best thing ever.
So today I'm bumming around the apartment and generally feeling sorry for myself. Heading out eventually, though.
I'm blaming the mushrooms at this point. Stupid mushrooms. The omelette was pretty good but the mushrooms did look a little suspect. Should have left them out, and thrown them out.
So, around 10:30, after trying to Not Be Sick through sheer force of will, I gave up and parked on the toilet for awhile. I was able to get up long enough to take two doses of Pepto. Then just before midnight I started thinking "Okay, time for bed, otherwise I'll never make it in to work. Hm. I'm physically revolting at the thought of taking another round of Pepto, and I'm cold and achey and my stomach is making unhappy noises. I know! Tylenol will help that achey part!"
I actually got as far as putting the pills in my mouth before it occurred to me that putting anything in my stomach was probably a Bad Idea. But I shrugged and went ahead with it anyway.
That seems to have been the signal the stomach was waiting for, and the entirety of the omelette plus a good bit of the Pepto (and, I assume, the Tylenol as well) came back up.
About halfway through that process I noticed that I was actually feeling an awful lot better. Very weird. Once it was complete I brushed my teeth, lugged the spare blanket onto the bed, and slept 'til just after two.
Woke up, couldn't sleep. My legs were unbelievably cold and stiff; I can't tell if the stiff was from having so much extra weight on them (the spare blanket), having been curled up and cramping for who knows how long trying to get warm, or just from being sick. Laid in bed for another two hours. At some point I got up and had a drink of water, because the thirsty was overriding the cold and pain from moving. Around 4:30 it was back to the toilet for a spell, and then all of a sudden whatever was left in my stomach decided that it was tired of being there. While in the process of removing itself it caused every single pore to begin sweating profusely. Creepy.
Once that was done, I felt like the actual illness had broken. Went to bed, slept 'til 6:30ish, and argued with myself off and on about whether I should be getting up to shower and go to work. Finally decided not to, on the grounds that A) I hadn't really gotten much sleep, B) I'm still rather shaky, and C) the illness probably hasn't completely passed over since weak Tang tasted like the best thing ever.
So today I'm bumming around the apartment and generally feeling sorry for myself. Heading out eventually, though.
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Date: 2007-01-03 09:52 pm (UTC)Jonathan