puke is not pretty
April 02, 2008
I’ve had the misfortune of suffering from a terrible viral infection since Sunday night, complete with vomiting, diarrhea, stomach cramps, dizziness, blackouts and cold chills.
I spent Monday night in a bathtub filled to the brim with scalding hot water and could not get warm. I had to sleep on the floor in the hallway because I couldn’t make it to the couch in my living room without passing out.
Today, I went to the doctor. Three long hours there, and another long hour and a half at the lab where I had some blood work done.
The woman who took my blood at the lab sounded like Miss Cleo.
I had to pee in a cup. Again. Soon I will be an expert. You would think by now that my aim would have improved. Not so, unfortunately.
Too worn out to write much else.
After the last two nights, I feel lucky to be alive. Sound dramatic? Maybe…but when your insides are spilling out of both ends simultaneously and you are unable to grasp firmly to consciousness, one tends to think the worst.
