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I'm finally getting over one of the worst bouts of illness I've gone through in a long time. By the clock it was short, but damn! Awful.
If I might indulge...At around noon yesterday I had a light lunch at a local eatery--nothing tasted wrong. At about 5pm I noticed some mild tummy upset but didn't pay much attention to it. Had a salad for dinner and started feeling not good. Rather bloated, like I had over-eaten, which I hadn't. By nine that night I knew I was sick. Painful stomach pangs, nausea (I felt close to throwing up a couple of times, but didn't), and, well, let's just say that my digestive system had made up its mind to get rid of everything in it if not one way then the other.
It got worse!
As I believe is common, the blood left my extremities to take care of the center. It was a cold night and the house was chilly, but to me it was like I was shivering in an igloo. Toes, fingers, nose, legs. Cold enough to feel numb. I got the shakes and shivers, and even when I piled up blankets and turned up the heat I still couldn't get warm.
By this point--thanks to my unhappy digestion--I was dehydrated as well. I'd lost a lot of fluids. But my stomach felt so tender and delicate I was afraid to even swallow down water. I did manage a few sips, but at least twice I came close to fainting. I mean seriously, seriously close. I was white as a sheet. I couldn't even put myself to bed because I kept going through these cycles of pangs, restroom breaks, feeling faint and chills.
My husband was out and I did summon him home. In bed by 1am, his live body was the only thing able to warm me. Socks, blankets, the heater, did nothing. After a rough night with only a little, fitful sleep and continued upset, I awoke not much better. The delicate-tender stomach would not quit, my skin felt prickly, my muscles sore, small headache, ear ache, and I wasn't moving unless I had to--which I still had to as my digestion wasn't finished.
It's 1pm now and I finally feel able to sit up again. I'm not well, but the worse (knock wood!) seems to be past. I was able to swallow down some Advil, and I'm sipping water. But I have to wonder, what the fuckin' hell? Was I poisoned or did I catch some 24-hour-flu?



It got worse!
By this point--thanks to my unhappy digestion--I was dehydrated as well. I'd lost a lot of fluids. But my stomach felt so tender and delicate I was afraid to even swallow down water. I did manage a few sips, but at least twice I came close to fainting. I mean seriously, seriously close. I was white as a sheet. I couldn't even put myself to bed because I kept going through these cycles of pangs, restroom breaks, feeling faint and chills.
My husband was out and I did summon him home. In bed by 1am, his live body was the only thing able to warm me. Socks, blankets, the heater, did nothing. After a rough night with only a little, fitful sleep and continued upset, I awoke not much better. The delicate-tender stomach would not quit, my skin felt prickly, my muscles sore, small headache, ear ache, and I wasn't moving unless I had to--which I still had to as my digestion wasn't finished.
It's 1pm now and I finally feel able to sit up again. I'm not well, but the worse (knock wood!) seems to be past. I was able to swallow down some Advil, and I'm sipping water. But I have to wonder, what the fuckin' hell? Was I poisoned or did I catch some 24-hour-flu?