Holy FUCK that was a bad night's sleep.
Jan. 27th, 2005 06:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
c9I had a bad night's sleep last night. Big fat hairy deal, as the kids like to say, right? Ugh.
22:30 go to bed
23:30 wake up, use washroom. diarrhea. wonder if I caught whatever Lucky has.
23:45 back to bed
00:30 wake up, run to use washroom. more diarrhea. sit for a while. vomit rather violently. recognized too many meals (sorry!). I'm feeling dry, so I drink some water.
01:00 back to bed
01:45 wake up, run to use washroom, more diarrhea and vomit (a LOT). Rather painful of course. All the water I drank uhh ... returns, let's say. after puking, I drink some more water because of course not I'm very dehydrated.
02:30 back to bed
03:00 wake up, run to washroom, diarrhea and vomiting, both are almost clear (which is creepy). I finally figure out that I better stop drinking a bunch of water each time, my system is just rejecting it. It's very scary to be in gastrointestinal distress and unable to drink water. To me, anyway.
03:30 back to bed
04:00 same old routine, but this time I need to have some water otherwise I would actually fall over. Cam dies by hitting head on tub while Vinny sleeps. Not a good scene. So I drink, very slowly, a small glass of water. I also try other remedies I've heard. My mom says yogurt, so I had a tiny spoonful. Yucky flavour, so I didn't continue with that. I also ate about one tablespoon of bread. THe flavour was so strong I couldn't eat any more. But after about 40 minutes, I was fleeing about 10% better, so I refilled my water glass and climbed into bed.
05:45 I wake up, intend to stand up and refill my water, instantly get a charley horse. Haven't had one of those in at least a dozen years. Ouch, to say the least. I'm still in bed right beside Vinny, so I can't avoid waking him up (sorry, dear).
05:59 alarm goes off, since I'm supposed to drive to London this morning. After what I estimate to be four and a half horrid hours of sleep. I even had a dream that Vinny refused to give me any sympathy, just in case my mental state was too positive.
Holy fuck. I think I'm going back to bed, at least for a couple hours.
Sorry, just needed to vent a bit.
22:30 go to bed
23:30 wake up, use washroom. diarrhea. wonder if I caught whatever Lucky has.
23:45 back to bed
00:30 wake up, run to use washroom. more diarrhea. sit for a while. vomit rather violently. recognized too many meals (sorry!). I'm feeling dry, so I drink some water.
01:00 back to bed
01:45 wake up, run to use washroom, more diarrhea and vomit (a LOT). Rather painful of course. All the water I drank uhh ... returns, let's say. after puking, I drink some more water because of course not I'm very dehydrated.
02:30 back to bed
03:00 wake up, run to washroom, diarrhea and vomiting, both are almost clear (which is creepy). I finally figure out that I better stop drinking a bunch of water each time, my system is just rejecting it. It's very scary to be in gastrointestinal distress and unable to drink water. To me, anyway.
03:30 back to bed
04:00 same old routine, but this time I need to have some water otherwise I would actually fall over. Cam dies by hitting head on tub while Vinny sleeps. Not a good scene. So I drink, very slowly, a small glass of water. I also try other remedies I've heard. My mom says yogurt, so I had a tiny spoonful. Yucky flavour, so I didn't continue with that. I also ate about one tablespoon of bread. THe flavour was so strong I couldn't eat any more. But after about 40 minutes, I was fleeing about 10% better, so I refilled my water glass and climbed into bed.
05:45 I wake up, intend to stand up and refill my water, instantly get a charley horse. Haven't had one of those in at least a dozen years. Ouch, to say the least. I'm still in bed right beside Vinny, so I can't avoid waking him up (sorry, dear).
05:59 alarm goes off, since I'm supposed to drive to London this morning. After what I estimate to be four and a half horrid hours of sleep. I even had a dream that Vinny refused to give me any sympathy, just in case my mental state was too positive.
Holy fuck. I think I'm going back to bed, at least for a couple hours.
Sorry, just needed to vent a bit.
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Date: 2005-01-27 08:02 am (UTC)J. kidding - hope you're feeling better. I'll share my flu cure - spicy potato chips. I like wasabi but jalapeno will work in a pinch. Get them as greasy as possible and let them melt on your tounge until your stomach can deal with them. Like Saltines, the blandness of the chips sits well in your stomacy - the spice tends to take away the nausea. Just make sure you drink lots of water/gatorade/soda as well - the chips will add to the deydration.