Oct 18, 2010 15:36
I was literally jolted awake at 7am this morning with simultaneous chills and hot flashes, an almost uncontrollable need to throw up, and the extremely dismayed certainty that I had somehow contracted the flu. I even rushed to the bathroom and dumped out my wastebasket, so certain was I that I would need a vomit bucket.
Turns out I was hungry. I ate a bag of pirate's booty because it was the closest thing I had to crackers, and voila, chills, sweats, and need to vomit subsides.
Whatever. Don't ask me.
I am now frightened to get hungry.
And before you ask, yes, I did in fact eat yesterday, and in appropriate amounts, and in the evening not too terribly long before bed. I have no idea.
I did have this weird problem for a few weeks, several years ago, where I would wake up with stabbing pains in my stomach in the middle of the night and would have to eat a piece or two of bread to make it go away, regardless of how much I had eaten before bed. I took to keeping a loaf of bread on my nightstand for awhile, but it eventually went away...
The human body is odd, and mine apparently especially so.