I feel like had you asked me two days ago to list some of my unique abilities.. one might be that I'm pretty good at holding my stomach. Two days ago I would have proudly noted that it had been over a decade since I had thrown up. Two days ago I would tell you that I'd never thrown up more that once in a day. Well I guess November 25th would have been a good day to gloat about my health.
So what happened on the 26th?
I'll break it down for you, because I'm still not sure exactly what happened.
Lets go back to the 25th.
It's Friday, which means I don't have to work. Knowing that I didn't have to work I probably went to bed fairly late on Thursday night. I didn't eat much that morning, I think all I really had was a doughnut. I had planned on going to work at 5 that day, but apparently I had read the schedule wrong and I was supposed to come in at 1. I quickly got ready, threw down an Aderol and drove to work. It was black Friday so it was decently busy. Because of the Aderol I wasn't terribly hungry, but I know I needed to eat something. One of the reps had bought the kiosk some Five Guys, so on my break I had half a cheese burger and some cold fries. Felt fine. I got home around 9:30 ish and I wasn't starving, but I found some homemade banana cream pie in the fridge, so I had a slice of that. I went to bed around midnight.
That night was bizarre. I usually sleep upstairs on the couch but I went downstairs in my room that night. I usually don't sleep in my room because it's so dark and it's hard to get up in the morning, but I felt like I was going to bed early enough for it not to matter. For the next 3 hours I tossed and turned in my bed. I had lost all bearings on where I was. I remember a few times getting up and flipping on my tablet just to see where I was in my room. I wasn't dreaming normally, it felt like I had 3 dreams going on simultaneously and I couldn't stop them. It was giving me a headache. I figured it had something to do with the room so I went back upstairs to the couch. About an hour later I had that wonky feeling in my stomach like something wasn't happy.
Now in the past I've been able to get past this. Usually I lay on my back, distract my mind, and it eventually works itself out. But not this time. After about a half hour in the bathroom I finally threw up. It was so weird for me I even tweeted about it. It had been so long since I had thrown up.. I didn't really know what to do. I felt better so I figured I just ate something weird and that was now being flushed down the toilet.. so I went back to the couch. I slept for a few hours. Suddenly I woke up to that feeling again. What is going on? I remember thinking. 10 minutes later I was throwing up again. I remember Googleing "what should you eat after you throw up". A lot of things said water. So I tried that. Then went back to bed. The same process happened 2 more times. It was about 8:30 when my roommate finally got up and asked me what was up. Oh you know.. just throwing up 4 times out of nowhere. I think the conversation distracted my mind enough to buy me some time to take a shower and walk around.
So I knew I had to go work at 11, and I knew that it would be hard to find someone to cover for me on a Saturday, so I figured I'd just go for as long as I could. I tried to eat something.. so I had a few slices of an orange and I was off. I even stopped by a Walgreens to get some Pepto-Bismol. Honestly I was thinking that by getting up and moving and going to work that I'd just shoulder through and get over it sooner.
Nope.
So I get to work and I was noticeably gross looking. Pale, and distant I hovered around the kiosk, but I found myself pacing or sitting to settle my stomach. I probably could have left sooner but we were waiting on an OK from the my boss's boss. I took the liberty of asking all my Facebook friends the best course of action to heal myself... Most people just assumed I was pregnant. I guess I'll be able to sympathize with my wife now. Of course on that day a cute girl from my ward and her mom are in buying a phone. She (Lily) came over and talked to me, and again distracted me. I think the conversation gave me a few more moments of distraction. But not enough. I politely told Lily that I don't think I'd like her to see me vomit, so she politely walked away.
My co-worker Rob felt like this moment was to perfect not to capture on film.. so naturally he put a video of me throwing up on Youtube... watch at your own discomfort (but it's not really that bad)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YAfPSqp6DeU&feature=youtube_gdata_player
Gotta love my co-workers.
That last one was pretty rough. Every liquid that I had tried to consume had all but been upchucked previous to that point.. so I was fairly dehydrated. After I had thrown up both my hands and both of my legs went numb. I actually had a hard time walking.
At that point my boss just told me to go home. So I did.
I limped out to my car and drove home. Arriving home I promptly got back into my jams and started watching Avatar. I had my roommate pick me up some Gatorade (thanks to a facebook suggestion) and that seemed to be working alright for awhile. My friend Eric came over and we played some call of duty. I didn't feel awfully but I didn't feel good. I thought I'd take some Dayquil and try to settle my stomach as well. After about an hour or so I had to put the controller down and lie down. About an hour later the Gatorade and Dayquil was in the toilet along with my head.
Outstanding.
So I felt like taking the brief moment of not feeling like complete garbage to ask for a blessing from my roommate. It was short sweet and to the point. I then spent the next couple hours watching The Chronicles of Narnia. Now maybe it was the blessing... and maybe it was the magic of Narnia.. But I slowly and surely started feeling better. Eventually our neighbor came over and invited us to hang for a bit. I actually felt up to it. I was able to walk around and be somewhat normal. I took it easy the rest of the night, watched some more Chronicles of Narnia, and eventually passed out. But not before the Lily stopped by and brought me some Coke and Saltines.
This morning I felt pretty good. I still feel like I should be more hungry.. seeing as I haven't eaten hardly anything in the last few days.. but I'm pretty sure I'm back to normal.
And that my friends, might be one of the roughest weekends of my life.
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