angelica and the big wheel stryker
i thought maybe i had indulged too much in the fabulous chocolate raspberry mousse torte action that had made its way into the dessert spread on friday night. or maybe it was the whipped lemon pie. or the fruit tart....
3am rolls around, and my eyes pop open. uh oh. i know that feeling. and it's not a good one. my stomach had been hurting a little when i went to bed, but i didn't expect this. please not this. i stumble over shoes and bags and into the bathroom.
noon... i've gotten a break from the routine of visiting the bathroom. i try to keep the gatorade in my stomach for just a little while, swallowing some ibuprofen for the pain. a movie, a nap...
6pm and its back with a vengence. a final call to doctor mom tells me to go to urgent care. i manage to sit in the waiting room and get checked in before losing it all again. this time, however, i'm dressed in a hospital gown monikered "angelica" in lines of diamonds, and my bed of choice is the big wheel stryker. i get poked and prodded and pinned up to a couple of bags of saline to juice me back up. the anti-nausea meds they give me slam my eyelids shut though i can hear everything that's going on.
11pm and t-man takes me back home. i'm not sure how i managed to get up the stairs and into the bed without thoroughly injuring myself or anyone else. the meds are still making me heavy-lidded but with restless limbs, a feeling i want to just erase with sleep sleep sleep. at least i'm not throwing up (or worse) anymore.
3am rolls around, and my eyes pop open. the meds have worn off and i consider my options... i come to the conclusion that sleep is probably my best bet, and nod off again, letting the intestinal fireworks rage in my gut. as long as they keep them there, i'm okay with that.
the battles have calmed down a bit by now, but not much. i don't know what it was, food poisoning? a bug? i'm just lucky i guess. but i'm doing okay now, mostly due to the fabulous nursing by mister t-man. remember, no red gatorade next time... it just adds to the confusion : )
current mood: rumbly in my tumbly