I haz the sicks...

So those of you out there who are expecting something coming in from me in the next day or so, you've got a bit of a wait on your hands.

Yesterday I was just fine. This am early [0500 30 Jan] I woke up praying I wasn't going to puke before I got to the bathroom. At 22 hours later [ 0345 31 Jan], the 'gotta puke' feeling has slowed somewhat, but I have to be *really* careful what I put on board. I *really* wish I had some ginger-ale right now, but there's no way I'm leaving the house to get it. Tea and flat cola seem to be staying down in small doses. And, of course, no generic crackers to be had, just flavored ones. I do have some pretty bland, minimal salt tortilla chips so we'll see about those.

And just because I'm moving out of the 'Technicolor yawn' stage, doesn't mean the end is in sight. The body's urge to 'clean out the system' has just moved on to a lower location. When standing up isn't so risky, I'm going to dig through my EMT kit and see what I've got in the way of OTC's stashed in there. [I don't hand them out to patients, but they've keep me going a time or two.]

This is the first time I've been this sick since Himself moved out over a year ago and it's freaky how scary it is to be sick by one's self.

No like. No like at all.

I ain't dead ... yet...

... but there have been times over the last two days I almost wish so. At least I can give the kids their gooshie-food without wanting to hurl in the sink, that's a step up. But the rest of the body is still in rebellion. Crackers and ginger-ale are staying down okay and the 'explosions' have reduced themselves to rumbles and cramps.

I don't *think* I've eaten any recalled peanut products [... well ... there was that one Reese's Peanut Butter cup a couple of days ago...] and the symptomatology isn't severe enough to be anything truly bad - like salmonella. Been food poisoned once already, thank you kindly. That was around a 7+ on the 'GI Symptoms from Hell' scale. That involved a trip to the ER that lasted around 18 hours, several liters of IV fluids and an interesting fruit-cocktail of meds. This little incident is about a 5 and dropping. I'm thinking just a general viral gastroenteritis since there's never really been a fever spike.

But it still sucks.

I also have to remember to contact VA and email a cancellation of my therapist's appointment [yet again] 'coz there's no way in Hell I'm putting this body in a car and driving for 35-40 minutes on the freeway [time spent driving on a good day]. I can just see me getting stuck in traffic.

All in all, I so seldom get really sick [as in stuck in bed for a few days] it always throws me for a loop when it happens.

[EDIT: For the medical folks in the house, please note: Already lost my appy several years ago, doesn't feel like it usually does when I blow an ovarian cyst [and haven't had one since I slammed face first into menopause several years ago] and it doesn't feel like a gall bag flair. It doesn't feel like a 'surgical belly' - more like a medical one. Just the plain old crud. But I do promise if it doesn't clear itself up by Monday, I'll drag my sorry tush out to 'Sick Call' at VA or to the ER sooner if it gets worse.]