but no matter the miles, i'm back to you
Oh, what in the world. I have not been sick with this particular ailment since I was a little girl, pretty much. It's kinda weird, I can barely remember what happens and what to do during it. Basically, until Bekah and I hit puberty (give or take) we had really bad milk allergies, and if we consumed even a tiny bit of cheese or milk we'd be violently ill, throwing up nonstop, very soon afterwards. We'd have to keep buckets under our bed in case we didn't make it to the bathroom in time, and I have very distinct memories of my mom holding back my hair during the numerous times I got sick, and being home from school sipping Kool-Aid out of sippy cups watching The Price Is Right. (Once I babysat a little girl who had the same allergy, only her symptoms were respiratory, not digestive. Meaning she'd start having trouble breathing if she consumed milk or cheese. @_@ So I guess it could have been worse, that sounds scary.)
Around middle school it pretty much went away and we could eat pizza and things like that for the first time (hooray!) but we noticed that if we overdid it on cheese and consumed a whole lot, we'd get sick again, sometimes mild, sometimes not. So this has happened to me (the mild sickness, mostly just a vague nausea) a few times since then, but I've usually been good about not overdosing myself. Yesterday.... I was not. Let's see. I had some shredded cheese on my egg sandwich in the afternoon, Parmesan cheese on my pasta, some yogurt, some milk chocolate, and then a big fat grilled cheese sandwich with two slices of cheddar cheese around 1 a.m. (which was the kicker, and I was eating it so late to get fuel to keep me awake and working on my paper).
Pretty much I've spent the entire last night throwing up and today so far feeling nauseous and gross, and trying to keep down my Gatorade and the one cracker I decided to eat (when you're sick with this, it's best not to eat much of anything, and just let your system flush itself out). Surprisingly, I have been overwhelmed by the kindness I've been shown without even asking for it. Both my boss and the professor with the paper that was due today told me not to worry (I can even turn in the paper Thursday or LATER if I need to! Very fortunate, because I was not done with it), and when Emma (new roommate) heard me throwing up this morning she appointed herself my caretaker, and has been bringing me glasses of Gatorade and asking if I need anything. I AM BLOWN AWAY!! I could almost cry, I didn't ask for any of this and yet everyone is being so nice. (Maya has even kept me company on my bed all day long, though I know she's just overjoyed to have someone around during the day for once.) I'm really just used to dealing with being sick on my own and occasionally whining to my mom (which okay, I did do already) so this is crazy.
Moral of the story, even a past allergy can bite you in the butt, and I'll be more careful in the future. I really wish the nausea would just go awayyy... I can tell that I feel all right and ready to be energetic again underneath, but it's like this oppressive layer keeping me from doing so! raaghh
Around middle school it pretty much went away and we could eat pizza and things like that for the first time (hooray!) but we noticed that if we overdid it on cheese and consumed a whole lot, we'd get sick again, sometimes mild, sometimes not. So this has happened to me (the mild sickness, mostly just a vague nausea) a few times since then, but I've usually been good about not overdosing myself. Yesterday.... I was not. Let's see. I had some shredded cheese on my egg sandwich in the afternoon, Parmesan cheese on my pasta, some yogurt, some milk chocolate, and then a big fat grilled cheese sandwich with two slices of cheddar cheese around 1 a.m. (which was the kicker, and I was eating it so late to get fuel to keep me awake and working on my paper).
Pretty much I've spent the entire last night throwing up and today so far feeling nauseous and gross, and trying to keep down my Gatorade and the one cracker I decided to eat (when you're sick with this, it's best not to eat much of anything, and just let your system flush itself out). Surprisingly, I have been overwhelmed by the kindness I've been shown without even asking for it. Both my boss and the professor with the paper that was due today told me not to worry (I can even turn in the paper Thursday or LATER if I need to! Very fortunate, because I was not done with it), and when Emma (new roommate) heard me throwing up this morning she appointed herself my caretaker, and has been bringing me glasses of Gatorade and asking if I need anything. I AM BLOWN AWAY!! I could almost cry, I didn't ask for any of this and yet everyone is being so nice. (Maya has even kept me company on my bed all day long, though I know she's just overjoyed to have someone around during the day for once.) I'm really just used to dealing with being sick on my own and occasionally whining to my mom (which okay, I did do already) so this is crazy.
Moral of the story, even a past allergy can bite you in the butt, and I'll be more careful in the future. I really wish the nausea would just go awayyy... I can tell that I feel all right and ready to be energetic again underneath, but it's like this oppressive layer keeping me from doing so! raaghh