in which there is health related TMI. but mostly just assurances (to self & others) that I am alive
okay. So Friday night I came down with what must have been the most epic case of stomach-flu in the history of all humankind. Well. Maybe that's a bit of hyperbole. But it has sure as hell felt that way.
After 48 hours I have graduate to small bowls of plain oatmeal (no bread in the house so I had to skip from saltines to something else bland, grey, and basically non-interesting (read: non-threatening to the stomach)). I am no longer sleeping constantly (in between bouts of vomiting) I am just sleeping almost constantly (in between bouts of being awake and really, really tired and achey).
This damn illness ruined all sorts of weekend plans (some of which have generated endless wank in a war game I play on FB, causing me to reflect--again--on the reality that I just do not suffer some things well at all and particularly not when I am ill). I have huge deadlines coming up at work and am now slightly panicked about my ability to meet them, but the panic has yet to override the general "I've barely had enough caloric intake over the last 48 hours to keep a small, imaginary creature of metabolism alive and work is NOT happening" mood I am in.
But...all is not flu and gloom. I have Columbo on DVD (don't mock me). My squishie and I have a brilliant idea for new little private storyline. And I've lost 7'ish pounds in the last 2 days. woohoo. See? Glass half full! (and will remain that way. unless it contains water or flat sprite because I ain't drinking anything else...)
love to you all!
After 48 hours I have graduate to small bowls of plain oatmeal (no bread in the house so I had to skip from saltines to something else bland, grey, and basically non-interesting (read: non-threatening to the stomach)). I am no longer sleeping constantly (in between bouts of vomiting) I am just sleeping almost constantly (in between bouts of being awake and really, really tired and achey).
This damn illness ruined all sorts of weekend plans (some of which have generated endless wank in a war game I play on FB, causing me to reflect--again--on the reality that I just do not suffer some things well at all and particularly not when I am ill). I have huge deadlines coming up at work and am now slightly panicked about my ability to meet them, but the panic has yet to override the general "I've barely had enough caloric intake over the last 48 hours to keep a small, imaginary creature of metabolism alive and work is NOT happening" mood I am in.
But...all is not flu and gloom. I have Columbo on DVD (don't mock me). My squishie and I have a brilliant idea for new little private storyline. And I've lost 7'ish pounds in the last 2 days. woohoo. See? Glass half full! (and will remain that way. unless it contains water or flat sprite because I ain't drinking anything else...)
love to you all!