i'm still recovering from a terrible yesterday and all through last night fever. i vomited (vomitted?) three times in the night.. not exactly in succession but enough in succession that i feel i've burned some rather crucial esophageal tissues. did i spell that right? my limbs are still a little shaky (shakey?) and my throat hurts, obviously. my hands are dry from constant washing and soaping and trying to keep the nasty germs and potential sicknesses away.
techinically my fever broke twice. once at around seven thirty at night and the second and final time this morning at around nine.
any of the hours before seven and then again in the hours between seven pm and nine am were pure hell.
it occurred to me that its really pretty awful about how we tend to ignore our bodies and take our physical selves for granted. my joints and especially the small of my back were simply zones for non-stop aches and seemingly unrelievable (?) tensions. i could find no position that was comfortable. none. i couldn't lie on my back for too long because it made me really queasy and dizzy. i couldn't handle sitting up without leaning on a stack of pillows or something that wouldn't cave too badly under my weight. standing up was just a joke. walking from my room to the bathroom was an even more despicable situation. walking to the bathroom and trying to keep from losing control of the throw-up reflex was some kind of feat of will. the only successful position was on my stomach but even then there was a growing discomfort in my chest and my face.
the whole time i was putting in varied sleep times like sick little power-fever naps.
thankfully i wasn't delirious. well not too much anyway. just in a lot of physical horror. i couldn't keep anything down. my body refused and revolted vehemently. then, this morning i had me some chicken broth with rice (lugaw --pronounced LOOgao-- for the cebuano/pilipino readership) with water and topped off with two DaQuil gelcaps. i decided that i'd better not lie down --even though the urge is so strong you actually have to fight it with clenched fists-- but that i should, in fact, get some kind of shut-eye. so.. i slept sitting upright. back against the wall, with pillows to pad against my straining back. i remember twice having to adjust my position because i was sliding into the normal, horizontal sleep position. i remember feeling all sweaty but thinking i was too tired to do anything about it. then, at nine in the morning, i had to go to the bathroom.
i remember thinking, dammit.. I wanted to go the comedy club too. and i sucked my teeth in annoyance at the sudden inconvenience. i was sweaty and no longer feverish. i was hungry and my throat hurt a great deal --i thought i could almost feel loosened tissues and new scars on my throat that, just hours ago, was a runway to regurgitated snack foods and juices. bleh. gross.
i'm better than i was at this time yesterday, no question. but i'm still not out of the woods yet. man, 24hour flu-fevers are just insane!!
UPDATE: i guess in some circles, the thing i went through was actual food poisoning. but i doubt that can be it. i don't remember consuming anything that might have been laced with poison. maybe it WAS the twix that i dropped in front of the hospital where my mom works. yea, so much for that silly 5 second rule, hey? yea. that's disgusting. never. never never again, dammit! one thing is to look like an oaf, another thing entirely is to have the gross habits of one. bleh.
in other news, my neighbors across the way are sure rowdy. i really dislike this neighborhood quite a lot. if i had my 'druthers i would move into a house with many rooms that i could afford to share with others.
because although i like the idea of living alone.. and romanticize the single serving life of loner-hood i really think that i need the comfort, company and sanity of just one other heartbeat to fill the gaping, darkened void.
boy my neighbors grate on my nerves. I WANT TO MOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE!
or i want a diff'rent layout already. why? why do i do this? goes the question. because you are fickle, comes the answer.
4:55 p.m. - 2003-09-12
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