I HATE BEING SICK!! Especially with a stomach virus. Those of you who have a sensitive gag reflex should just stop reading now. Really, I mean it. Okay, don't read one more word. Srsly. You've been warned.
The thing about the stomach virus--you don't get any warning. You go to bed on Saturday night and Sunday you wake up reeling around like you don't know how to walk. You think you got too much sleep or not enough sleep, so you walk the dogs and get home and eat breakfast. Every time you move, the room starts spinning and then BAM. You realize that you are indeed about to puke. And even though you can't walk because the room is spinning, you realize that you better hurry your ass up to the bathroom. The good thing about the bathroom is that while you are sitting on the floor, you realize that it is cool in there. Which is good because you are sweating profusely. And then you realize that your day has just gone to hell. Because you will spend the next 7 hours running from the couch to the bathroom, all at a drunk angle because you've got the motion sickness from hell.
I could not lay down because the room would spin and when another round was starting up, the room spun more. I swear, I don't know how I kept from passing out. The only way I could sleep was to sit on the couch and prop a bunch of pillows to the side of me. I kind of leaned over and could sleep for 20 minutes or so. I could have handled the volcano puking--it was the motion sickness that was killing me. I still can't lay on my right side to sleep. It's getting better during the waking hours (today is the 4th day), but not so much when I sleep. I finally got some motion sickness meds, but if this doesn't go away by tomorrow, I'll need to get the prescription strength. My doc is already aware that I wanted to die this weekend and she assures me that this has been going around and that indeed the dizzy thing is one of the main complaints.
So while I'm feeling all sorry for myself because I feel like shit, I get an email from my pal Tony. He has been sick himself and the doctors cannot figure out what is wrong with him. They do have it narrowed down to mono or lyme disease. Tony told me that he was approaching it like it was "myme" disease. It sucks like mimes and no one can figure out what the hell they are doing so they can't treat it.
I swear, he killed me dead with that comment. I wish I was half as funny.
The thing about the stomach virus--you don't get any warning. You go to bed on Saturday night and Sunday you wake up reeling around like you don't know how to walk. You think you got too much sleep or not enough sleep, so you walk the dogs and get home and eat breakfast. Every time you move, the room starts spinning and then BAM. You realize that you are indeed about to puke. And even though you can't walk because the room is spinning, you realize that you better hurry your ass up to the bathroom. The good thing about the bathroom is that while you are sitting on the floor, you realize that it is cool in there. Which is good because you are sweating profusely. And then you realize that your day has just gone to hell. Because you will spend the next 7 hours running from the couch to the bathroom, all at a drunk angle because you've got the motion sickness from hell.
I could not lay down because the room would spin and when another round was starting up, the room spun more. I swear, I don't know how I kept from passing out. The only way I could sleep was to sit on the couch and prop a bunch of pillows to the side of me. I kind of leaned over and could sleep for 20 minutes or so. I could have handled the volcano puking--it was the motion sickness that was killing me. I still can't lay on my right side to sleep. It's getting better during the waking hours (today is the 4th day), but not so much when I sleep. I finally got some motion sickness meds, but if this doesn't go away by tomorrow, I'll need to get the prescription strength. My doc is already aware that I wanted to die this weekend and she assures me that this has been going around and that indeed the dizzy thing is one of the main complaints.
So while I'm feeling all sorry for myself because I feel like shit, I get an email from my pal Tony. He has been sick himself and the doctors cannot figure out what is wrong with him. They do have it narrowed down to mono or lyme disease. Tony told me that he was approaching it like it was "myme" disease. It sucks like mimes and no one can figure out what the hell they are doing so they can't treat it.
I swear, he killed me dead with that comment. I wish I was half as funny.
posted by Ballz @ 10:09 AM
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