All hell breaks lose
After reading quite a few posts from people who are sick (well okay.. mainly just Phil... always sick!). I had to do a one of these as well.
Already vented out a bit on facebook but this was just something so utterly horrible and different I even had to lj it. So the premise is. I left to visit my sister and her 2 kids (2-years-old and 3-years-old) on Friday. The trip was nice, although the kids woke up really really early every morning which left very little amount of sleep for me during the past 2 nights.
I had made plans to meet up with an old school friend from waaaay back, before I was heading to the train yesterday. We did, had a blast talking bout old times and how being a nerd still rocks. We ate at a viking themed restaurant and had a few food beers along the way. So as it was startign to be time to head to the train so I wouldn't miss it. I suddenly started feeling nauseous, I subtly said I'd visit the toilets and threw up for the first time on my way there. Nobody saw this, and I was quick to clean it all up. Nobody even knew that it happened.
I was feeling a lot better after throwing up, thinking the worst is behind. Oh how wrong I was. I got on the train just in the nick of time, but it was packed and my real place had been invaded by a crying baby so I sat on a different spot for the first few hours. It was okay during the first hours aside for the crying baby, wasn't feeling unwell at all.
But there's a swift of trains somewhere along the way, after I had switched my spot to the new train things started going downhill. Suddenly I had a fever, was freezing everywhere, my every muscle was sore and I felt like crying. Then at some point I think to myself "I'll walk a bit, if it'd help"... Baaad judgement. I got up and walked to one of those separate doorways where people get on the train and suddenly I just threw up. A LOT. The whole doorway was blocked after my little incident. I had thrown up all over my white shirt, shoes and some on my pants as well. So there I was stuck between 2 carts wondering what I could do there. So I subtly brushed my chin and visible parts with my arms and quickly ran to the toilet. Where I threw up again.
Again I was feeling slightly better, thinking it has to stop now. But nooooo, the same occurred three more times. The whole train trip felt like it's taking days. I felt like crap no matter what I did and people would definitely stare at me, I probably smelled like hell as well after throwing up all those times.
So after the hell ends and I get on my home station, I get off. Walk into the tunnel under the station and what do ya now, throw up again. With a looot of people close by to wittness it. I just subtly brushed my mouth and moved quickly home (as I only live like 200m from the station). I got home, had a raging fever, still was feeling nauseous but just couldn't throw up. I was so god damn tired but just couldn't slee. Now 5+ hours after making it back home. I've again started throwing up. And like before, after the last barf I've been feeling quite dandy, as if things are all okay now. But I have my suspicions. Sleep is at least a subject I seem to be unable to attain right now. Well this means I'll call in sick from the next nightshift. A pity, I like them and I could really use the extra cash they make.
Already vented out a bit on facebook but this was just something so utterly horrible and different I even had to lj it. So the premise is. I left to visit my sister and her 2 kids (2-years-old and 3-years-old) on Friday. The trip was nice, although the kids woke up really really early every morning which left very little amount of sleep for me during the past 2 nights.
I had made plans to meet up with an old school friend from waaaay back, before I was heading to the train yesterday. We did, had a blast talking bout old times and how being a nerd still rocks. We ate at a viking themed restaurant and had a few food beers along the way. So as it was startign to be time to head to the train so I wouldn't miss it. I suddenly started feeling nauseous, I subtly said I'd visit the toilets and threw up for the first time on my way there. Nobody saw this, and I was quick to clean it all up. Nobody even knew that it happened.
I was feeling a lot better after throwing up, thinking the worst is behind. Oh how wrong I was. I got on the train just in the nick of time, but it was packed and my real place had been invaded by a crying baby so I sat on a different spot for the first few hours. It was okay during the first hours aside for the crying baby, wasn't feeling unwell at all.
But there's a swift of trains somewhere along the way, after I had switched my spot to the new train things started going downhill. Suddenly I had a fever, was freezing everywhere, my every muscle was sore and I felt like crying. Then at some point I think to myself "I'll walk a bit, if it'd help"... Baaad judgement. I got up and walked to one of those separate doorways where people get on the train and suddenly I just threw up. A LOT. The whole doorway was blocked after my little incident. I had thrown up all over my white shirt, shoes and some on my pants as well. So there I was stuck between 2 carts wondering what I could do there. So I subtly brushed my chin and visible parts with my arms and quickly ran to the toilet. Where I threw up again.
Again I was feeling slightly better, thinking it has to stop now. But nooooo, the same occurred three more times. The whole train trip felt like it's taking days. I felt like crap no matter what I did and people would definitely stare at me, I probably smelled like hell as well after throwing up all those times.
So after the hell ends and I get on my home station, I get off. Walk into the tunnel under the station and what do ya now, throw up again. With a looot of people close by to wittness it. I just subtly brushed my mouth and moved quickly home (as I only live like 200m from the station). I got home, had a raging fever, still was feeling nauseous but just couldn't throw up. I was so god damn tired but just couldn't slee. Now 5+ hours after making it back home. I've again started throwing up. And like before, after the last barf I've been feeling quite dandy, as if things are all okay now. But I have my suspicions. Sleep is at least a subject I seem to be unable to attain right now. Well this means I'll call in sick from the next nightshift. A pity, I like them and I could really use the extra cash they make.