The day started off well enough. Busy day at work which caused me to grab my lunch around 4 from a local BBQ place. I decided on a chicken slouvaki, went back to my desk and began eating. After two pieces of chicken I started to realize that it didn’t taste right. Upon further inspection the chicken looked pretty pink. So I chucked the rest of it out and went about my day.
I left work around 6:45 and my stomach felt a bit queasy. I didn’t quite make it to the bus stop and ended up throwing up in a garbage can. It wasn’t anything major and I felt better afterwards. I went home and called Gary to tell him that I would have to cancel our movie date for the night because I just wasn’t feeling up to it. Between 7:30-9:30, however things got exceptionally worse.
First my back was hurting because of floor hockey from the night before and on top of that I had major PMS symptoms going on. I took two baths, the second once consisting of me lying in the bathtub with the shower raining down my back in an effort to have it ease some of the pain. It didn’t help.
Then the throwing up began. I have never in my life thrown up as much as I had last night. I think I lost count around the 18th visit to the bathroom. That plus a fever and a seized back didn’t help at all. Gary, the sweetheart, called around 8:30 and I think my half crying, mumbled pain ridden voice made him think I was dying so he rushed over. He was so sweet and just held my hand and wiped the sweat off my brow.
Thankfully Shannon came home around 9:30 and I took some Advil, and she got me to drink lemon water and eat crackers. She knew enough that I was going to throw up so I may as well throw something up rather then just the bile I had currently been releasing from my body. She also gave me a massage to ease my back pain. My father and Gary wanted me to go to the hospital but I knew I would just be more miserable there. Last time I went to the hospital for food poisoning they just gave me morphine and left me in a bed in the hallway for 6 hours and forgot about me. No thank you.
I ended up falling asleep around six in the morning and called work to tell them I wasn’t able to come in today.
I woke up again around 10:30 and unfortunately didn’t quite make it to the bathroom for my final sick attack. Luckily there was a towel handy.
I’ve now eaten two bananas, 6 grapes and two crackers with humus and I feel so full and sore.
Despite this miserable night, I know that I am seriously lucky to have the people I do in my life. Gary for rushing over even though he was sick and Shannon for taking care of me. My Dad was also great with giving me fresh water and blankets to keep me warm. I was at my absolute worst. Sick, stinky, disheveled, whiny, crying and in pain, yet they all stood by me and comforted me.
I really am loved.
