Doug and I went to see Sideways last night. More about that later, but a while into the movie my stomach started feeling funny. (Although now that I think of it, it started during dinner--I had a burger and fries which I could not finish or even come close.) I tried to ignore it and almost made it to the end of the movie, but with about five minutes left I lurched upright and RAN for the exit, and proceeded to vomit everything I've eaten for the past 48 hours into the trash can right by the entrance to the theater. It just did not stop. I almost passed out. Just a completely debilitating experience. Eventually I wandered into what turned out to be the men's room, looking for a faucet with which to rinse out my mouth. I found an assistant manager (who looked all of 15) and warned him of my little calling card in the trash can. Then I staggered back into the theater and found Doug.
When we got back to my apartment I could barely stand. Doug thought it might be food poisoning--it sure feels that way. I couldn't even think of food--I didn't even want to know that food might exist. Chris convinced me to call in sick for today and I somehow found my way upstairs to my loft. I had to get up a couple of times in the night to be sick. When I woke up this morning, I found that Chris had obtained ginger ale and crackers which my dehydrated, empty self sorely needed.
Tatia has insisted on "comforting" me by draping herself all over my head, my neck, my chest. Animals can pick up on your energy and she must've known I was sick. For Tatia, nothing says love like suffocation.
I feel a little better now--I'm still very weak but at least the vomiting has stopped.
Aw man. I wish I could just go back to sleep and have it feel restful. I feel like with all the sleeping I did, it didn't make much of a difference.
When we got back to my apartment I could barely stand. Doug thought it might be food poisoning--it sure feels that way. I couldn't even think of food--I didn't even want to know that food might exist. Chris convinced me to call in sick for today and I somehow found my way upstairs to my loft. I had to get up a couple of times in the night to be sick. When I woke up this morning, I found that Chris had obtained ginger ale and crackers which my dehydrated, empty self sorely needed.
Tatia has insisted on "comforting" me by draping herself all over my head, my neck, my chest. Animals can pick up on your energy and she must've known I was sick. For Tatia, nothing says love like suffocation.
I feel a little better now--I'm still very weak but at least the vomiting has stopped.
Aw man. I wish I could just go back to sleep and have it feel restful. I feel like with all the sleeping I did, it didn't make much of a difference.
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Date: 2005-01-07 06:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-07 06:41 pm (UTC)And thparkly crayons! Don't forget the thparkly crayons!
oh no!
Date: 2005-01-07 08:21 pm (UTC)anyway, i hope you feel better!
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Date: 2005-01-07 08:56 pm (UTC)You get my thumbs up!
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Date: 2005-01-07 11:06 pm (UTC)Re: oh no!
Date: 2005-01-09 04:38 pm (UTC)I'm sorry to hear it's reached as far as you two.