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A TMI post for you, my "friends"
Sep. 29th, 2003 12:36 pmSaturday, September 20, Approx. 11 PM.
I’m in the bathroom at my apartment while our party starts to rage outside the door. The DJ is puking violently into the toilet while I rub her head. I hate being touched while I puke, but it seems to calm her a little. She keeps apologizing. I tell her to shut up. It’s not like I haven’t thrown up in front of many friends and acquaintances. I get sick rather easily, actually.
People are starting to line up outside. They bang the door sporadically. It’s the drawback of having a party in an apartment with only one bathroom.
DJ Pukey cleans herself up a little and we head to my room where I call her a cab. Since she was only about halfway through her first beer of the evening, we conclude that it must be food poisoning. I slide my Bulgarian Feta garbage can over between her legs while we wait for the unlucky cab driver. I give her extra money so she can give a really good tip if she vomits in the cab on the way home.
Wednesday, September 24, 5 AM
I wake up with a stomach ache. Though I can easily get sick, I rarely get stomach aches. At first I think that a large cat is lying on my stomach then I remember we don’t have any pets.
I go down the hall to make so peppermint tea because you can learn some useful things from hippies. Unfortunately, I don’t make it that far. I make it to the very same bathroom and throw up with every ounce of strength in my body. Sparing you many details, this continues until 1 AM, Thursday.
Thursday, September 25, 4 AM
I take my first sip of water since Tuesday night without immediately hurrying to the bathroom to get rid of it. Later this day I take a shower and have to go back to sleep from the exertion.
Saturday, September 27, 11 AM
I eat my first real food since Tuesday night. I venture out of the house a little later.
Quick facts:
- I haven’t been this sick since I had salmonella in 1990
- I watched more TV than I’ve seen in years. Daytime TV probably prevented my recovery because it encourages my depression. Especially that Xantrex 3 commercial for some strange reason. I renewed my hate for "Matlock" and my lack of interest in Judge Hackett.
- I haven’t read anyone’s LJs, not even the ones by my closest real life friends.
- At a certain point, firm stool can seem like god’s greatest gift.
- It hasn't been a great month health-wise.
I’m in the bathroom at my apartment while our party starts to rage outside the door. The DJ is puking violently into the toilet while I rub her head. I hate being touched while I puke, but it seems to calm her a little. She keeps apologizing. I tell her to shut up. It’s not like I haven’t thrown up in front of many friends and acquaintances. I get sick rather easily, actually.
People are starting to line up outside. They bang the door sporadically. It’s the drawback of having a party in an apartment with only one bathroom.
DJ Pukey cleans herself up a little and we head to my room where I call her a cab. Since she was only about halfway through her first beer of the evening, we conclude that it must be food poisoning. I slide my Bulgarian Feta garbage can over between her legs while we wait for the unlucky cab driver. I give her extra money so she can give a really good tip if she vomits in the cab on the way home.
Wednesday, September 24, 5 AM
I wake up with a stomach ache. Though I can easily get sick, I rarely get stomach aches. At first I think that a large cat is lying on my stomach then I remember we don’t have any pets.
I go down the hall to make so peppermint tea because you can learn some useful things from hippies. Unfortunately, I don’t make it that far. I make it to the very same bathroom and throw up with every ounce of strength in my body. Sparing you many details, this continues until 1 AM, Thursday.
Thursday, September 25, 4 AM
I take my first sip of water since Tuesday night without immediately hurrying to the bathroom to get rid of it. Later this day I take a shower and have to go back to sleep from the exertion.
Saturday, September 27, 11 AM
I eat my first real food since Tuesday night. I venture out of the house a little later.
Quick facts:
- I haven’t been this sick since I had salmonella in 1990
- I watched more TV than I’ve seen in years. Daytime TV probably prevented my recovery because it encourages my depression. Especially that Xantrex 3 commercial for some strange reason. I renewed my hate for "Matlock" and my lack of interest in Judge Hackett.
- I haven’t read anyone’s LJs, not even the ones by my closest real life friends.
- At a certain point, firm stool can seem like god’s greatest gift.
- It hasn't been a great month health-wise.
