Food Poisoning.
so I ate some leftovers that I should have thrown away. and I drank some coffee creamer that I haven't moved in about a month.
needless to say, last night was horrible. I was getting woozy, and leslie told me to go to the bathroom and stick my finger down my throat. I didn't wanna be anorexic! luckily, I didn't need to be. by the time I got to the bathroom and got my pretty work shirt off, the world was swimming around me. I dropped to my knees, and it was all over. mmmm. raisin bran. not as yummy coming back up. *shakes her head*
leslie let me lay down for twenty minutes. that was nice. then it was time to move, again. ugh.
in a way, I enjoy food poisoning. the walls breathe and fade in and out. doors spin and disappear. and pictures... oh, man! talk about trippy!
second time "the wave" hit, I lost all respect for my work place. I'd been outside, smoking, trying to calm down, and I just bolted inside and around the corner, abandoning my pretty work shirt in the middle of the hallway. I didn't care if anyone saw me, I had to get to the bathroom. if someone had seen me, I would have stopped and puked right then and there and everything would have been explained in that half a second. thank goodness I work in the middle of the night.
the bathroom was cold, though. too cold. there was a lot of crying and shivering between heaves. I left work half an hour early, the INSTANT tasha walked up.
getting home was an adventure. I was so scared I was going to "feel the urge" mid-ride. but I made it home in one piece. I couldn't fall asleep. I was freezing and sweating all at the same time. alex was petting me, and he was so warm... I was jealous.
I couldn't stay asleep. I kept waking up every fifteen minutes, more cold than the time before. I hate being sick; I cry a lot. and whine. and cry and complain. and cry. I have a huge headache above my left eye. can't sleep. can't stay asleep. I woke up at 10:30, and started freaking out, because he was going to be late for work. ...well, turns out it was 10:30 AM!
he's being so good to me. he held me gently until I warmed up. gave me a tiny trashcan with a bag in it. and he just got back from getting me some chicken noodle soup, unsalted crackers, and gatorade. :)
*raises her bottle of cool blue gatorade* here's to getting the last of it out of me. :)
needless to say, last night was horrible. I was getting woozy, and leslie told me to go to the bathroom and stick my finger down my throat. I didn't wanna be anorexic! luckily, I didn't need to be. by the time I got to the bathroom and got my pretty work shirt off, the world was swimming around me. I dropped to my knees, and it was all over. mmmm. raisin bran. not as yummy coming back up. *shakes her head*
leslie let me lay down for twenty minutes. that was nice. then it was time to move, again. ugh.
in a way, I enjoy food poisoning. the walls breathe and fade in and out. doors spin and disappear. and pictures... oh, man! talk about trippy!
second time "the wave" hit, I lost all respect for my work place. I'd been outside, smoking, trying to calm down, and I just bolted inside and around the corner, abandoning my pretty work shirt in the middle of the hallway. I didn't care if anyone saw me, I had to get to the bathroom. if someone had seen me, I would have stopped and puked right then and there and everything would have been explained in that half a second. thank goodness I work in the middle of the night.
the bathroom was cold, though. too cold. there was a lot of crying and shivering between heaves. I left work half an hour early, the INSTANT tasha walked up.
getting home was an adventure. I was so scared I was going to "feel the urge" mid-ride. but I made it home in one piece. I couldn't fall asleep. I was freezing and sweating all at the same time. alex was petting me, and he was so warm... I was jealous.
I couldn't stay asleep. I kept waking up every fifteen minutes, more cold than the time before. I hate being sick; I cry a lot. and whine. and cry and complain. and cry. I have a huge headache above my left eye. can't sleep. can't stay asleep. I woke up at 10:30, and started freaking out, because he was going to be late for work. ...well, turns out it was 10:30 AM!
he's being so good to me. he held me gently until I warmed up. gave me a tiny trashcan with a bag in it. and he just got back from getting me some chicken noodle soup, unsalted crackers, and gatorade. :)
*raises her bottle of cool blue gatorade* here's to getting the last of it out of me. :)