Dear Confusia,
Here's hoping this finds you well. I hope you had a smashingly good Memorial Day and enjoyed your long weekend. I did not.
Christina's birthday was last Tuesday. Well, as we all had to work on Wednesday, we decided that we would just wait until Saturday to celebrate. And celebrate we did. We celebrated SO much that I spent most of Sunday promising that I would NEVER celebrate anything ever again. I have no idea what exactly happened, but I was sicker than a dog. I know I had a few shots, but really, it did not seem like anything out of the ordinary. However, once I got home Saturday night/Sunday morning, my bathroom became a vomitorium. I threw up so much that I thought I HAD to be puking up internal organs (my OLD diet plan, getting rid of pesky internal organs). If that wasn't enough, when I was finally able to drag my miserably sore and unwell body out of bed later Sunday morning, it became RetchFest 2009. At this point, there was no substance coming out, just a constant gagging (great for the abs, by the way). At about 1:00, I managed to eat about half of a Luna Bar. At 1:20, I (remarkably) managed to throw up an entire Luna Bar (who knows how???). After that I decided the only thing I could do was go back to bed. I literally crawled to my bed, trailed by Rhoda and Bowie (they thought this was the best game ever). I had no sooner hoisted myself into bed before the metalic taste of upcoming upchuck flooded my mouth. I threw myself toward the bathroom door just in time to splatter bile all over my closed toilet lid. (Why oh why had I closed it? How silly was I to have thought the whole ordeal could be over???) I then continued to vomit up bile for what seemed like hours but was maybe ten minutes. I do not know if you have much experience in the bile puking department, but it is unpleasant. As I don't have a gall bladder to store my bile, I have had the bile vomitting experience numerous times, and it never gets better. After that, I crawled back to bed where I simply asked the powers that be to kindly kill me. Clearly they did not. After a two-hour nap, I woke up somewhat better but not good by any stretch. It was not until Monday morning that I actually did feel on the verge of death. Thankfully, I had Monday to recover. So, all in all, my weekend sucked nuts. Do tell me all about yours!
Love, Terps
Dear Terps,
Um, well...mine wasn't as bad as yours, nope. What on earth did you drink that caused all of this? did you drink on an empty stomach, because that's what usually makes me end up over the toilet after drinking. That hasn't happened to me in over a year, though, so that's good. Maybe you had a stomach virus simultaneously. what you are describing sounds like my experience last March. Bad stomach virus, night of endless vomiting, ER visit complete with IV full of liquids, anti-vomit medicine, and morphine, on a plane with three kids three hours later on my way to New Jersey to be Bridesmaid for sister. I will never forget that because it was one of the most difficult, strenuous things I've had to do, ever. There have been a few times in my life when I've been amazed to discover the amount of strength I possess. This was one of those occasions. It doesn't sound all that big a deal, but navigating an airport with three kids when you feel like complete death? I just wanted to cry and give up. It started on a Wed. night, and I didn't wake up feeling human until Saturday morning. I bet that's what happened. Virus. I'm glad you're feeling better now, though.
I didn't do much Saturday or Sunday. I worked on my garden, did a million loads of laundry, cleaned house, read some books, played with the baby. Monday, my friend invited me out to lunch and a movie. So we played grand theft auto two, and he killed me about a million times. Then, we went to see Terminator Salvation. He's so wonderful. There are so many things about him that I respect and admire. Sigh... :)
After I left his apartment, I picked up the kids, and took them swimming for a short while. We got to the pool, and had been there for five minutes when Isaac tells me he has to go to the bathroom. So that kind of cut the swim time short. The water was quite cold, but I managed to get in the pool anyway. The baby was in heaven. I had to keep lifting her up because she was trying to stick her whole head in the water. she's ready to go!
Anyway, now back at work. Terrific. I can't believe first period just ended. ????????? that only took five hours. Why is time passing so slowly???
Love, Confusia
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