itchy... tasty...
Takahashi Youko - Yoake Umarekuru Shoujo
It all started this Monday, when I started feeling a little chilly. Since heat is so expensive in our apartment, this isn't an uncommon occurence. I just wrapped a blanket around myself and continued pecking away at the computer.
A few hours later, I was deathly cold. I was underneath practically every blanket in the apartment, I could feel my pores sweating, but I was still shivering. I can't remember much of what happened during this time... it's mostly a blur. I do remember vomitting, though, because afterward I felt much better. Ah, just some food poisoning. Well, now that I had purged it from my system that should be the end of it.
I slept through all of Tuesday, only getting up every five or six hours to get a glass of water. I had a fever, and I still thought the apartment seemed unusually cold. This continued in the same vein for most of Wednesday, and I didn't wake up for good until 5 in the afternoon. I felt in tip-top shape, and THAT should have been the end of it.
After two days without eating anything, I was understandably a bit peckish. I figured I would need at least a good meal or two before my stomach calmed down. I was able to eat two Pop-Tarts. That's all. I would hardly even consider that a snack. This morning I had a single donut for breakfast and didn't eat again until 10:30 at night, where I was able to eat less than half of what I ordered from the Chinese food place. My appetite is a mere fraction of what it used to be. More terrifying, though, is that even with this little food, my stomach still feels queasy. After every time I've eaten, my stomach rebels against the food inside it, making me nauseous. It's as if it doesn't trust any of the food that goes down my throat anymore.
I usually have a pretty good idea of what's going on with my body and what the best thing for it is. But right now I'm stumped. I have more than enough things out to get me right now... I really don't need my body crapping out on me now.
(expect a bigger, more relevant post soon)
It all started this Monday, when I started feeling a little chilly. Since heat is so expensive in our apartment, this isn't an uncommon occurence. I just wrapped a blanket around myself and continued pecking away at the computer.
A few hours later, I was deathly cold. I was underneath practically every blanket in the apartment, I could feel my pores sweating, but I was still shivering. I can't remember much of what happened during this time... it's mostly a blur. I do remember vomitting, though, because afterward I felt much better. Ah, just some food poisoning. Well, now that I had purged it from my system that should be the end of it.
I slept through all of Tuesday, only getting up every five or six hours to get a glass of water. I had a fever, and I still thought the apartment seemed unusually cold. This continued in the same vein for most of Wednesday, and I didn't wake up for good until 5 in the afternoon. I felt in tip-top shape, and THAT should have been the end of it.
After two days without eating anything, I was understandably a bit peckish. I figured I would need at least a good meal or two before my stomach calmed down. I was able to eat two Pop-Tarts. That's all. I would hardly even consider that a snack. This morning I had a single donut for breakfast and didn't eat again until 10:30 at night, where I was able to eat less than half of what I ordered from the Chinese food place. My appetite is a mere fraction of what it used to be. More terrifying, though, is that even with this little food, my stomach still feels queasy. After every time I've eaten, my stomach rebels against the food inside it, making me nauseous. It's as if it doesn't trust any of the food that goes down my throat anymore.
I usually have a pretty good idea of what's going on with my body and what the best thing for it is. But right now I'm stumped. I have more than enough things out to get me right now... I really don't need my body crapping out on me now.
(expect a bigger, more relevant post soon)