sicker than a dog
Where does that saying come from anyway?
Early yesterday morning, as I was trying to sleep, I kept waking up and going to the bathroom. Each time I was trying to force my dinner down and not up. Then, after sitting in there for an hour, I finally got up the nerve to puke my guts out. Chris can attest to the fact that it is not a pretty sound. I do not throw up like they do in the movies. As Chris put it, "it sounds like you're being stabbed in slow motion." It was one of those really bad vomitations, too, where it comes out your nose. I had to get in the shower and do some pretty nasty nose blows and luigy hocking. Boy, were my nostrils and throat burning! Unfortunately, I didn’t feel that much better after throwing up; usually I do.
Chris was sweet in comforting me. Later that day, he went out with clairdelune and she gave him some nausea medicine to give to me; thanks, Melisa! Chris also brought back some drinks and frozen juice bars. Today he made me some pudding. So far I have kept it down, but I still feel blah-y.
My Sunday was totally stolen from me.
Early yesterday morning, as I was trying to sleep, I kept waking up and going to the bathroom. Each time I was trying to force my dinner down and not up. Then, after sitting in there for an hour, I finally got up the nerve to puke my guts out. Chris can attest to the fact that it is not a pretty sound. I do not throw up like they do in the movies. As Chris put it, "it sounds like you're being stabbed in slow motion." It was one of those really bad vomitations, too, where it comes out your nose. I had to get in the shower and do some pretty nasty nose blows and luigy hocking. Boy, were my nostrils and throat burning! Unfortunately, I didn’t feel that much better after throwing up; usually I do.
Chris was sweet in comforting me. Later that day, he went out with clairdelune and she gave him some nausea medicine to give to me; thanks, Melisa! Chris also brought back some drinks and frozen juice bars. Today he made me some pudding. So far I have kept it down, but I still feel blah-y.
My Sunday was totally stolen from me.