A zoom-in down my throat and into my tummy.
OK, this isn't really a pic of my sick stomach
but it does capture quite nicely how it felt.
I woke feeling somewhat sluggish on Saturday morning, but that’s all that unusual after a few beers the night before. What was odd, Mindy got up at the same time as me – 8:30am.
After working through my exercises, which I struggled through, Mindy and I walked Ykraps together. Our walk was non-eventful save for the sudden urge to vomit about half way through the walk. That nauseous feeling came and went in a hurry, though.
Upon our return we both enjoyed a hot cup of coffee. Mindy had an aggressive goal to be out of the house by 9:30am in route to her mother’s for some early Xmas shopping. I planned nothing but a leisurely morning before taking off on my daily run, and some follow-up on a few work related issues. Mindy made a call to her mother to let her know she was running a few minutes behind schedule but would be there by 10am. She pretty much met her adjusted departure time.
Soon after she left I dawned my running gear and took off into the cool, gray autumn air. I chose to stay within the confines of the subdivision instead of taking my weekend route down Trabue. For whatever reason, I was low on energy and ran tired and a little stiff legged. When I arrived back home I was so relieved my run was in the bag. There are always a few days like that.
Inside, I filled the CD carousel with some of my favorite Xmas music and turned the stereo up a bit louder than usual. Included in the mix were two Mannheim Steamroller CD’s. While the music played, I cooked myself some sausage and eggs all the while doing a little work.
After finishing my breakfast, I thought that I’d make some pie dough, but just as I was pulling up my stored recipes on line, that sick feeling came over me again, but this time I felt a little dizzy too. I decided to lay down for a spell. It was now 12 noon and time for college football. I got horizontal on the couch as I began feeling progressively worse. Minute by minute the symptoms heightened. I felt terrible and almost certain to vomit. I slumbered on the couch four a couple of hours going in and out of sleep, but never close to blissfully. With each passing minute the feeling only worsened. Finally, I managed my way upstairs to dawn a t-shirt since I was shirtless after my run. I was getting cold. The trip up the stairs proved too much for my sick stomach and eventually I threw up. I hadn’t done that in an awfully long time. It was horrid! Often throwing up feels like a blessing – finally releasing the poison within. This time, however, I felt as though I was dying. My head was spinning out of control, I was in a cold sweat, and found myself pleading for God’s help.
After heaving my guts for a couple of minutes the symptoms subsided. I thought perhaps I had simply passed the poison and could move on. I brushed my teeth, gargled, and laid down for a few more minutes. Minutes later I jumped to my feet feeling much better. I decided to take a shower and did it ever feel good.
I opted to return to my flannel pajamas and then to the couch downstairs. I remember thinking that I should photo’d the vomit for journal purposes, but didn’t. I laid watching football feeling very weary & tired. The sick feeling slowly began to mount once again. I moaned through it all the way up to the Buckeye game kick-off. I felt so bad that I laid with my eyes closed and just listened to the broadcast. I was sick!
Mindy arrived home from shopping some time around 4:30pm. I was feeling slightly better than I did earlier, I even asked Mindy to get me a bowl of Cheeze-Its to help stave off hunger and at the same time hopefully absorb any of the nasties left in my tummy. I watched her organize and wrap some Xmas presents while the Buckeye game carried on. Sometime during the third quarter I began moaning again and the sickness once again came upon me like an avalanche. I literally crawled to the guest bathroom sure that I was going to vomit in seconds. I laid there on the floor of the smallish bathroom with my head on the cold tile. It was terribly uncomfortable but seemingly a far better option than staying upright. The symptoms lingered but no joy. I was in misery.
I could take no more of the hard, cold floor. Somehow I mustered the energy to crawl upstairs where I grabbed a pillow and dropped to the carpeted floor. I felt rough! Minutes passed and the any little noise that Mindy generated caused me great angst. Finally, feeling it was inevitable once again, I slithered to the master john, raised the lid, and all but begged for the poison to flow. The most god awful rush came over me. I really thought that I might die right there. I remember feeling helpless and hopeless. Out with the Cheeze-Its and whatever else remained in my tummy. Instantly, I found myself soaked in a cold sweat. But more importantly, the awful feeling had abated.
Still ill, I climbed into bed and there I covered up in the dark room with only the TV playing in the background – The Buckeye game. Soon Mindy came upstairs to ready for the Bachelorette party she planned to attend. She asked if I wanted her to stay home and care for me, but I declined. Soon she was gone.
I slept for about two hours best guess. I woke around 8:30pm I felt good enough to get up and mosey down the stairs to the couch once again. There I plopped and enjoyed the Texas/KSU game. Mindy called soon after to let me know she was almost home. I asked that she fix me some Orange Live-Wire Mt Dew when she got home. I was craving the sugar I guess. I even for two cans poured over ice. When she finally arrived home I could think of nothing I wanted more than my coveted cold drink. She made it for me expeditiously. It was so good. I took my time drinking it since my stomach was remained tender.
We watched the game until halftime as I went in and out of sleep. We headed for bed still during halftime. I continued watching the game from bed. I slept through much of the late 3rd quarter and early 4th. The game was a wild one. I was sure Texas would pull it out, although I didn’t want them to. I woke again around 11pm feeling noticeably better and sweaty which was a good sign. From bed I enjoyed the final minutes of game and smiled as KSU ran away with the major upset.
Now wide awake, I tuned into Saturday Night Live and Mad TV to get a few laughs before finally drifting off to sleep again before 12:30am.
A zoom-in down my throat and into my tummy.
OK, this isn't really a pic of my sick stomach
but it does capture quite nicely how it felt.
I woke feeling somewhat sluggish on Saturday morning, but that’s all that unusual after a few beers the night before. What was odd, Mindy got up at the same time as me – 8:30am.
After working through my exercises, which I struggled through, Mindy and I walked Ykraps together. Our walk was non-eventful save for the sudden urge to vomit about half way through the walk. That nauseous feeling came and went in a hurry, though.
Upon our return we both enjoyed a hot cup of coffee. Mindy had an aggressive goal to be out of the house by 9:30am in route to her mother’s for some early Xmas shopping. I planned nothing but a leisurely morning before taking off on my daily run, and some follow-up on a few work related issues. Mindy made a call to her mother to let her know she was running a few minutes behind schedule but would be there by 10am. She pretty much met her adjusted departure time.
Soon after she left I dawned my running gear and took off into the cool, gray autumn air. I chose to stay within the confines of the subdivision instead of taking my weekend route down Trabue. For whatever reason, I was low on energy and ran tired and a little stiff legged. When I arrived back home I was so relieved my run was in the bag. There are always a few days like that.
Inside, I filled the CD carousel with some of my favorite Xmas music and turned the stereo up a bit louder than usual. Included in the mix were two Mannheim Steamroller CD’s. While the music played, I cooked myself some sausage and eggs all the while doing a little work.
After finishing my breakfast, I thought that I’d make some pie dough, but just as I was pulling up my stored recipes on line, that sick feeling came over me again, but this time I felt a little dizzy too. I decided to lay down for a spell. It was now 12 noon and time for college football. I got horizontal on the couch as I began feeling progressively worse. Minute by minute the symptoms heightened. I felt terrible and almost certain to vomit. I slumbered on the couch four a couple of hours going in and out of sleep, but never close to blissfully. With each passing minute the feeling only worsened. Finally, I managed my way upstairs to dawn a t-shirt since I was shirtless after my run. I was getting cold. The trip up the stairs proved too much for my sick stomach and eventually I threw up. I hadn’t done that in an awfully long time. It was horrid! Often throwing up feels like a blessing – finally releasing the poison within. This time, however, I felt as though I was dying. My head was spinning out of control, I was in a cold sweat, and found myself pleading for God’s help.
After heaving my guts for a couple of minutes the symptoms subsided. I thought perhaps I had simply passed the poison and could move on. I brushed my teeth, gargled, and laid down for a few more minutes. Minutes later I jumped to my feet feeling much better. I decided to take a shower and did it ever feel good.
I opted to return to my flannel pajamas and then to the couch downstairs. I remember thinking that I should photo’d the vomit for journal purposes, but didn’t. I laid watching football feeling very weary & tired. The sick feeling slowly began to mount once again. I moaned through it all the way up to the Buckeye game kick-off. I felt so bad that I laid with my eyes closed and just listened to the broadcast. I was sick!
Mindy arrived home from shopping some time around 4:30pm. I was feeling slightly better than I did earlier, I even asked Mindy to get me a bowl of Cheeze-Its to help stave off hunger and at the same time hopefully absorb any of the nasties left in my tummy. I watched her organize and wrap some Xmas presents while the Buckeye game carried on. Sometime during the third quarter I began moaning again and the sickness once again came upon me like an avalanche. I literally crawled to the guest bathroom sure that I was going to vomit in seconds. I laid there on the floor of the smallish bathroom with my head on the cold tile. It was terribly uncomfortable but seemingly a far better option than staying upright. The symptoms lingered but no joy. I was in misery.
I could take no more of the hard, cold floor. Somehow I mustered the energy to crawl upstairs where I grabbed a pillow and dropped to the carpeted floor. I felt rough! Minutes passed and the any little noise that Mindy generated caused me great angst. Finally, feeling it was inevitable once again, I slithered to the master john, raised the lid, and all but begged for the poison to flow. The most god awful rush came over me. I really thought that I might die right there. I remember feeling helpless and hopeless. Out with the Cheeze-Its and whatever else remained in my tummy. Instantly, I found myself soaked in a cold sweat. But more importantly, the awful feeling had abated.
Still ill, I climbed into bed and there I covered up in the dark room with only the TV playing in the background – The Buckeye game. Soon Mindy came upstairs to ready for the Bachelorette party she planned to attend. She asked if I wanted her to stay home and care for me, but I declined. Soon she was gone.
I slept for about two hours best guess. I woke around 8:30pm I felt good enough to get up and mosey down the stairs to the couch once again. There I plopped and enjoyed the Texas/KSU game. Mindy called soon after to let me know she was almost home. I asked that she fix me some Orange Live-Wire Mt Dew when she got home. I was craving the sugar I guess. I even for two cans poured over ice. When she finally arrived home I could think of nothing I wanted more than my coveted cold drink. She made it for me expeditiously. It was so good. I took my time drinking it since my stomach was remained tender.
We watched the game until halftime as I went in and out of sleep. We headed for bed still during halftime. I continued watching the game from bed. I slept through much of the late 3rd quarter and early 4th. The game was a wild one. I was sure Texas would pull it out, although I didn’t want them to. I woke again around 11pm feeling noticeably better and sweaty which was a good sign. From bed I enjoyed the final minutes of game and smiled as KSU ran away with the major upset.
Now wide awake, I tuned into Saturday Night Live and Mad TV to get a few laughs before finally drifting off to sleep again before 12:30am.
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