First day of school and for future reference
TMI part first:
Okay, so, for future reference, it is not ideal to get food poisoning the day you start something important, like school. This is what mom and I figured happened, since it came on so suddenly and, after a few extremely unpleasant hours, quit. Trust me, I am nowhere near 100%, but I am much better than before.
Dad didn't feel like cooking last night, so he popped for Portillo's. I had the charbroiled chicken sandwich. I'm not super-big on fast food anymore, but I didn't feel like making myself something, so what the heck. About two hours later I was in the middle of online stuff when suddenly I just lost all energy. Just, whoa. I ended up doing some mindless stuff for a little while, as I wasn't fall-asleep tired quite yet, and I finally went to bed around 9:30.
Note: TMI starts now.
I've kind of had gas for a couple days, more than usual. Around 12:30 I woke up and couldn't go back to sleep, and there came a point where I tried to pass gas and...uh...something else came out. Ew. And that's when I first felt slightly nauseous. I went to the bathroom and had massive diarrhea, and while that was occurring the vomiting started. Three years and two months, there goes that no-puke record. But this is only the second time in 15 years that I've vomited. I did feel better afterward, and it didn't last super long. I'd had to throw up in my garbage can because it was the only thing I could reach, but it didn't take that long to clean it out. The toilet, screw it. I headed back to bed around 12:45 and brought with me a bowl just in case.
I woke up around 2:15 with the same symptoms. While I made it into the bathroom, I didn't make it to the toilet. Luckily I'd brought the bowl with me and threw up in there, then went and sat on the toilet for a bit. Mom heard me this time but there wasn't really anything she could help me with. After a few minutes, I appeared to be done, and I went back to bed.
Third time's the charm. At 3, I was back. By now the diarrhea wasn't much of an issue, but God, I can't remember the last time I vomited like that. It just wouldn't stop. Thankfully, this was the time I made it to the toilet. The only problem was now I had vomit vision, as stuff was ricocheting out of the bowl onto my glasses and face. Great. There was still some food coming up--I swear I saw bits of the chicken from my sandwich--but mostly it was a clear liquid, pale. Frankly, I'm used to it being more colorful, so that was a little odd. Anyway, that burst of violent retching seemed to clear out the super bad stuff. When I finished, I went into mom's room, where she was looking through this home medical book. She kept asking me if I wanted anything, and she ended up getting me a bottle of water and a thermometer. I was only a degree over normal. I looked through the book for a bit and then tried to go to bed. Mom kind of wanted me in her room, but I wanted my vomit bowl and blanket--I felt pretty cold--but in the end decided to return to my room. However, by then I was weak and really tired and probably dehydrated, and standing straight up made me feel ill. Sitting on the toilet, doubled-over, though, was fine. And I still had some diarrhea, so, well, it worked out. I didn't want to stay on the toilet the rest of the time, but I didn't think going back to my room was ideal just in case, so I ended up bringing over my bath mat and grabbing down a towel and made myself "comfortable"--sitting cross-legged on the mat, folded over, resting my head on my arms/the towel. Eventually my legs kept falling asleep and I realized I could lay flat, face down, without issue, so I did that. I really didn't sleep, just kind of dozed here and there. When I would be awake, I made sure to have some water. Mom ended up turning her alarm off and she stayed home from work just in case, but when my alarm went off at 6:30 I did get up and shower. I still wasn't sure I'd go to school, but I wanted to try, and I had to shower then so my hair would be dry by the time I left. Once I showered, I went and laid down for an hour in my bed. Again, I didn't really sleep, but it was better than nothing. By 8 o'clock, the nausea had subsided and I figured I could go to school without incident. I didn't have much of a voice--my throat is pretty sore--and my back is really not good, but dammit, I was going to school.
I didn't have an appetite and worried about keeping food down, so I skipped a proper breakfast and had some juice. It was fine. Okay, I guess I'm good to go. I brought along the vomit bowl just in case, but I did not have to use it. Phew. All I ended up eating today was some fruit, which I'd brought for lunch, but that helped perk me up. Otherwise I've just had water. I may have more juice in a little bit. Also, I did call Portillo's in case anyone else got sick yesterday, and the manager said no. He was really sympathetic and felt really bad for me, and he took a report to send to home office or what have you; I may get a call from them tomorrow. All I know is that I've never had a problem with their food, my parents were fine (and they had the peanut butter cookies too, so I don't think it was that), and hopefully this is just an anomaly.
Now that that's done, a brief overview of school:
My classes seem like they'll be okay. Clinicals sounds tough, but I think I can make it through. My soc prof is a hippie, but man does he sound interesting. It's also my first lecture. And chem, it will probably be easier than high school chemistry, which was very intense, but then again I don't know what the lab will be like. Overall, though, I think this could be really interesting. So far, I don't regret doing this. That may change a few weeks down the line, but this could be a really good thing.
Okay, so, for future reference, it is not ideal to get food poisoning the day you start something important, like school. This is what mom and I figured happened, since it came on so suddenly and, after a few extremely unpleasant hours, quit. Trust me, I am nowhere near 100%, but I am much better than before.
Dad didn't feel like cooking last night, so he popped for Portillo's. I had the charbroiled chicken sandwich. I'm not super-big on fast food anymore, but I didn't feel like making myself something, so what the heck. About two hours later I was in the middle of online stuff when suddenly I just lost all energy. Just, whoa. I ended up doing some mindless stuff for a little while, as I wasn't fall-asleep tired quite yet, and I finally went to bed around 9:30.
Note: TMI starts now.
I've kind of had gas for a couple days, more than usual. Around 12:30 I woke up and couldn't go back to sleep, and there came a point where I tried to pass gas and...uh...something else came out. Ew. And that's when I first felt slightly nauseous. I went to the bathroom and had massive diarrhea, and while that was occurring the vomiting started. Three years and two months, there goes that no-puke record. But this is only the second time in 15 years that I've vomited. I did feel better afterward, and it didn't last super long. I'd had to throw up in my garbage can because it was the only thing I could reach, but it didn't take that long to clean it out. The toilet, screw it. I headed back to bed around 12:45 and brought with me a bowl just in case.
I woke up around 2:15 with the same symptoms. While I made it into the bathroom, I didn't make it to the toilet. Luckily I'd brought the bowl with me and threw up in there, then went and sat on the toilet for a bit. Mom heard me this time but there wasn't really anything she could help me with. After a few minutes, I appeared to be done, and I went back to bed.
Third time's the charm. At 3, I was back. By now the diarrhea wasn't much of an issue, but God, I can't remember the last time I vomited like that. It just wouldn't stop. Thankfully, this was the time I made it to the toilet. The only problem was now I had vomit vision, as stuff was ricocheting out of the bowl onto my glasses and face. Great. There was still some food coming up--I swear I saw bits of the chicken from my sandwich--but mostly it was a clear liquid, pale. Frankly, I'm used to it being more colorful, so that was a little odd. Anyway, that burst of violent retching seemed to clear out the super bad stuff. When I finished, I went into mom's room, where she was looking through this home medical book. She kept asking me if I wanted anything, and she ended up getting me a bottle of water and a thermometer. I was only a degree over normal. I looked through the book for a bit and then tried to go to bed. Mom kind of wanted me in her room, but I wanted my vomit bowl and blanket--I felt pretty cold--but in the end decided to return to my room. However, by then I was weak and really tired and probably dehydrated, and standing straight up made me feel ill. Sitting on the toilet, doubled-over, though, was fine. And I still had some diarrhea, so, well, it worked out. I didn't want to stay on the toilet the rest of the time, but I didn't think going back to my room was ideal just in case, so I ended up bringing over my bath mat and grabbing down a towel and made myself "comfortable"--sitting cross-legged on the mat, folded over, resting my head on my arms/the towel. Eventually my legs kept falling asleep and I realized I could lay flat, face down, without issue, so I did that. I really didn't sleep, just kind of dozed here and there. When I would be awake, I made sure to have some water. Mom ended up turning her alarm off and she stayed home from work just in case, but when my alarm went off at 6:30 I did get up and shower. I still wasn't sure I'd go to school, but I wanted to try, and I had to shower then so my hair would be dry by the time I left. Once I showered, I went and laid down for an hour in my bed. Again, I didn't really sleep, but it was better than nothing. By 8 o'clock, the nausea had subsided and I figured I could go to school without incident. I didn't have much of a voice--my throat is pretty sore--and my back is really not good, but dammit, I was going to school.
I didn't have an appetite and worried about keeping food down, so I skipped a proper breakfast and had some juice. It was fine. Okay, I guess I'm good to go. I brought along the vomit bowl just in case, but I did not have to use it. Phew. All I ended up eating today was some fruit, which I'd brought for lunch, but that helped perk me up. Otherwise I've just had water. I may have more juice in a little bit. Also, I did call Portillo's in case anyone else got sick yesterday, and the manager said no. He was really sympathetic and felt really bad for me, and he took a report to send to home office or what have you; I may get a call from them tomorrow. All I know is that I've never had a problem with their food, my parents were fine (and they had the peanut butter cookies too, so I don't think it was that), and hopefully this is just an anomaly.
Now that that's done, a brief overview of school:
My classes seem like they'll be okay. Clinicals sounds tough, but I think I can make it through. My soc prof is a hippie, but man does he sound interesting. It's also my first lecture. And chem, it will probably be easier than high school chemistry, which was very intense, but then again I don't know what the lab will be like. Overall, though, I think this could be really interesting. So far, I don't regret doing this. That may change a few weeks down the line, but this could be a really good thing.