I have some kind of unholy conglomeration of sinusitis and a stomach bug and spent most of yesterday and this morning upchucking everything but my toenails.
Yesterday morning I spewed out my coffee, aspirin, and granola bar on the side of my car. I felt like crap when I woke up, but tried to soldier on and get to work; didn’t happen.
Yesterday afternoon I tried eating some “sick food” (chicken noodle soup and a blue popsicle). This mixture hung out in my tummy for about 45 minutes and then I got the terrible queasy feeling and rushed to the bathroom . . . a little late.
I spewed noodles dyed windex popsicle blue all over the bathroom wall, medicine cabinet, and shelves. Nothing like cleaning up reprocessed noodles when you’re already very nauseated.
Late afternoon I had to go sign papers for our new homeowner’s insurance, as it expired at midnight. Nothing like throwing up boiled egg seeped in Sprite into your insurance agent’s sink!
I gave up eating after the insurance agent office spectacle and got to dry heave most of the night. I’m better today, but feel as if I’ve been punched in the stomach muscles by a Mack truck.
Glad you’re feeling better.
I hate barfing, but what I hate even worse is that feeling before you barf, when your body is arguing with itself:
“Gonna throw up now”
“No, we’re not. We hate throwing up”
“Really gonna do it, though”
etc. (ad nauseum? )
On a related note: I get kidney stones chronically. Vomiting is an accompanying symptom. My first stone was when I was only 15. I went to the same hospital for them for several years. No one at that hospital ever gave me anything for nausea until one day, the doc was trying to take a medical history, and I was barfing too frequently to answer his questions. He ordered an anti-nausea med for me. I was like, “Hey, I didn’t even know there was such a thing”. Yep, it had been available the whole time, and never offered until it made a doctor’s life easier. :rolleyes:
After that, though, I began requesting it!
Hospitals around here, though, I never have to ask. They just give it to me.
Ha! This is an excellent transcript of the inner upchuck monologue!
I would add: “hafta keep it down, hafta keep it down, let the medicine work” before “Really gonna do it . . .”
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