Last night upon arriving home from work I started to feel ill. Ill as in nauseous. It was so severe that I didn’t eat dinner and hopped into bed at 9 p.m. to try and sleep.
At 10 a.m. I started to get that fast-watery-saliva thing and hopped out of bed. I made it to the bathroom just in time because I promptly :puke: four times in a minute. It was NOT pretty. Usually I’m able to handle it on my own, but last night after the second series I weakly called out “Denis?” But he didn’t hear me, and I promptly threw up again. “Denis?” I croaked. I threw up for the fourth time and just as I finished I heard a door open downstairs and I realized he hadn’t heard me the other two times.
“Denis?” I called out one last time.
“Yeah?”
“I’m sick…can you come up?”
He came up and I asked him to get a washcloth for me. I stayed near the toilet while he ran the washcloth under water for me. I wiped my face and flushed the toilet one last time. I knew I was done.
“That was weird,” I said. “That was lunch – and surely most of that would have digested by now, right?”
I went back to bed and didn’t get sick again after that.
And no, I’m not pregnant. I know that’s the first thing that 99% of you thought when you started reading this post.
Probably some kind of food poisoning. It’s a lot more common than people think mostly because they think it’s going to last longer than it does. Usually it’s one bout of vomiting or diarrhea and then you’ve passed the bug.
It really has been a vomit-filled week for you, Jaynee!! :eyepop: