Christmas Eve Ailments
So just when I thought I was that close to naturally being depressed about life, it turns out I was sick the entire damn time. Bah.
I can't ever recall having my body temperature fluctuate as quickly as it did last night. One minute I was sitting with my head in my hands and the sweat dripping onto the floor from my forehead, and three minutes later, I was on the floor shivering. My entire body ached. I didn't want to move, and I didn't want to feel like I did anymore.
Turns out the entire thing was because of a stomach bug that seems to be going around, one that makes you feel nausea through both sharp and dull pains. I was afraid to eat or drink anything the entire night and into the next morning because I wouldn't have been able to keep it down. I didn't throw up, but I'm pretty sure I was close a few times.
As per usual, I was quarantined to my bed, where the only person I saw throughout the entire endeavor was my mother, who brought me sympathetic groans, pillows, liquids, and advil every so often. I have a bathroom right off my room at my moms, which meant that I ended up only leaving my general room area once - to take a bath. Otherwise I was sleeping or trying to get comfortable.
The bottom line is that I haven't done anything for Christmas Eve. I haven't seen my dad yet, and my brother and sister have both been with him since yesterday. I feel much better than I did when things were at their worst, but I still feel achy and a little nauseous in the tummy so eating anything really substantial isn't an option quite yet.
So I'm sick on Christmas Eve. Probably what I deserve after those two fairly grim and angry posts, I owe my blog an apology. I have a rather obvious tendency to act a certain way or say something on a subject that is too raw. Sure, gut reactions are important, but often tend to be greatly exaggerated. Damn hyperbole. So I apologize to my blog and it's readers. I'm sorry. I thought that those posts would make me feel better about things, but I was definately wrong. In fact, I felt worse.
For what it's worth, hopefully only happy stories are to come from my keyboard in the following entries.
Wait for it...tummyache.
I can't ever recall having my body temperature fluctuate as quickly as it did last night. One minute I was sitting with my head in my hands and the sweat dripping onto the floor from my forehead, and three minutes later, I was on the floor shivering. My entire body ached. I didn't want to move, and I didn't want to feel like I did anymore.
Turns out the entire thing was because of a stomach bug that seems to be going around, one that makes you feel nausea through both sharp and dull pains. I was afraid to eat or drink anything the entire night and into the next morning because I wouldn't have been able to keep it down. I didn't throw up, but I'm pretty sure I was close a few times.
As per usual, I was quarantined to my bed, where the only person I saw throughout the entire endeavor was my mother, who brought me sympathetic groans, pillows, liquids, and advil every so often. I have a bathroom right off my room at my moms, which meant that I ended up only leaving my general room area once - to take a bath. Otherwise I was sleeping or trying to get comfortable.
The bottom line is that I haven't done anything for Christmas Eve. I haven't seen my dad yet, and my brother and sister have both been with him since yesterday. I feel much better than I did when things were at their worst, but I still feel achy and a little nauseous in the tummy so eating anything really substantial isn't an option quite yet.
So I'm sick on Christmas Eve. Probably what I deserve after those two fairly grim and angry posts, I owe my blog an apology. I have a rather obvious tendency to act a certain way or say something on a subject that is too raw. Sure, gut reactions are important, but often tend to be greatly exaggerated. Damn hyperbole. So I apologize to my blog and it's readers. I'm sorry. I thought that those posts would make me feel better about things, but I was definately wrong. In fact, I felt worse.
For what it's worth, hopefully only happy stories are to come from my keyboard in the following entries.
Wait for it...tummyache.
posted by Tilly at 9:24 PM
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