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it takes a 24 hour puking bug to get me back on the blog... with a new determination (i have a feeling i've said this before) to contribute more frequently.
i don't like puking.
each time it's different- isn't that funny? you think if you puke, you puke. end of story. but some episodes are remembered to be more violent than others. some leave more exclamation points behind the eyelids. some come with a force that shouldn't be reckoned with. some make you cry like a baby. some taste like chocolate. and some, are rather wussy. all of them unwelcome, however, and i will fight each one to the death.
saturday night's was something i've not quite experienced before.
my insides were squeezed like a toothpaste tube at an uncontrollable speed. over and over and over again... super squeeze. super squeeze. super squeeze. and i couldn't quite get a breath in. i was pretty sure i was dying. or at least turning blue. i paid homage to the sink for most of the night.
wiped out and without sleep, i'm left with just enough energy to justify typing away at this blog.
i move as slowly as a brick and i'm convinced i'm wearing a concrete jumpsuit. i long for shade because the sun dries out what half-dead braincells i still own. i can't make decisions and i'm lucky if i can keep down tiny sips of water. i don't ever want to be 100 if this is what it's like.
ah, well. what's the fun in feeling well all the time?
it takes a 24 hour puking bug to get me back on the blog... with a new determination (i have a feeling i've said this before) to contribute more frequently.
i don't like puking.
each time it's different- isn't that funny? you think if you puke, you puke. end of story. but some episodes are remembered to be more violent than others. some leave more exclamation points behind the eyelids. some come with a force that shouldn't be reckoned with. some make you cry like a baby. some taste like chocolate. and some, are rather wussy. all of them unwelcome, however, and i will fight each one to the death.
saturday night's was something i've not quite experienced before.
my insides were squeezed like a toothpaste tube at an uncontrollable speed. over and over and over again... super squeeze. super squeeze. super squeeze. and i couldn't quite get a breath in. i was pretty sure i was dying. or at least turning blue. i paid homage to the sink for most of the night.
wiped out and without sleep, i'm left with just enough energy to justify typing away at this blog.
i move as slowly as a brick and i'm convinced i'm wearing a concrete jumpsuit. i long for shade because the sun dries out what half-dead braincells i still own. i can't make decisions and i'm lucky if i can keep down tiny sips of water. i don't ever want to be 100 if this is what it's like.
ah, well. what's the fun in feeling well all the time?
3 Comments:
Tis the season for the August cold / stomach bug. I think about 25% of everybody at work has had it so far and I'm home sick with it at the moment. :-(
Drinking water will keep you puking. Advice nurse always suggest waiting at least 3 hours since your last puke before trying to drink again. 1 Tbls /hour...
yeah... so what washes out the puke taste in your mouth if you can't drink water? sucks to have a pukemouth when you're trying to go to sleep. or talk to people. euw.
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