Ths way to the egress
Sunday, I think, I ate something very bad. Pretty sure I know what it was, but that's all water under the bridge.
Monday afternoon I started feeling a little wobbly. By Monday evening I was shivering under All The Blankets desperately dreading the inevitable next trip to the smallest room. I was in abject misery for a few hours. Around 4am things seemed to lighten up a little, and Tuesday I took it easy and snacked on saltines. I was still pooping prodigiously, but my guts were no longer trying to turn themselves inside out from both ends at once. I expected to feel better still this morning.
No dice.
I'm not worse. But I'm not better. Anything that I put in one end appears at the other end several hours later. And I'm ravenous. I'm getting tired of it.
And when lying around in bed, I generally pass the time (among other diversions) reading and bookmarking recipes.
I want a cheeseburger.
I want to cook the kielbasa and kraut I bought Saturday.
I want to eat any food ever again that isn't saltines and Gatoraide.
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Monday afternoon I started feeling a little wobbly. By Monday evening I was shivering under All The Blankets desperately dreading the inevitable next trip to the smallest room. I was in abject misery for a few hours. Around 4am things seemed to lighten up a little, and Tuesday I took it easy and snacked on saltines. I was still pooping prodigiously, but my guts were no longer trying to turn themselves inside out from both ends at once. I expected to feel better still this morning.
No dice.
I'm not worse. But I'm not better. Anything that I put in one end appears at the other end several hours later. And I'm ravenous. I'm getting tired of it.
And when lying around in bed, I generally pass the time (among other diversions) reading and bookmarking recipes.
I want a cheeseburger.
I want to cook the kielbasa and kraut I bought Saturday.
I want to eat any food ever again that isn't saltines and Gatoraide.
(originally posted on dreamwidth, where there are
comments. I'd like to keep all my comments in one place, so I'd rather you comment there by creating an openID cross-site login.)