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My Temporary Hell
Mar. 5th, 2005 02:37 pmUgh. It hit me Thursday night. A fever, a near Niagra level case of dysenterry (I can finally understand how Lord Byron died from this) and, to quote a Meg-ism, "Barfing up my toenails". I spent the entire yesterday in bed or visiting the throne room, with the singular exception of my trip to the kitchen to fill this monster water bottle I bought rather propiciously at my last shopping trip. That in itself was an adventure, and it made me glad that my place is cluttered all to hell, as I had things to lean on as I staggered to the fridge.
The fever broke today -- in fact, I'm a couple of points low, and I have finally stopped trying to expurgate my entire GI tract. Of course, the falls are still flowing, but I suspect that getting some solid, or at least semi-solid food into my system will help tremendously. I ate about sixteen grapes earlier, and they seem to want to stay where they are, so I'm hopeful that this crap is about to finish its ravages of my digestive tract. I have friends coming by to bring me what I need to make some potato soup, and since that is nice and bland and I already have soaked potatoes in the fridge, meaning that most of the potassium is leeched out, that should be fairly safe and healthy to eat. Plus, if I can't keep it down, at least it has fairly low mass and no sharp edges. (I was reminded on Thursday how much I hate "making a call to Ralph in Europe" when the thing sitting in my stomach is a hamburger -- they really are one way menuu items.)
Thhe only thing worse than being sick is being sick and handicapped. And I know some of you will say, "Well, being dead is worse", but the dead don't have to feel this, and they rarely, outside of George Romero movies, enter bathrooms for any reason, much less to hurl or purge their colon.
The fever broke today -- in fact, I'm a couple of points low, and I have finally stopped trying to expurgate my entire GI tract. Of course, the falls are still flowing, but I suspect that getting some solid, or at least semi-solid food into my system will help tremendously. I ate about sixteen grapes earlier, and they seem to want to stay where they are, so I'm hopeful that this crap is about to finish its ravages of my digestive tract. I have friends coming by to bring me what I need to make some potato soup, and since that is nice and bland and I already have soaked potatoes in the fridge, meaning that most of the potassium is leeched out, that should be fairly safe and healthy to eat. Plus, if I can't keep it down, at least it has fairly low mass and no sharp edges. (I was reminded on Thursday how much I hate "making a call to Ralph in Europe" when the thing sitting in my stomach is a hamburger -- they really are one way menuu items.)
Thhe only thing worse than being sick is being sick and handicapped. And I know some of you will say, "Well, being dead is worse", but the dead don't have to feel this, and they rarely, outside of George Romero movies, enter bathrooms for any reason, much less to hurl or purge their colon.
