July 6th, 10:25 pm.
Hell. That would explain my day. I blogged late last night about this time yesterday that I wasn’t feeling good and I felt I had eaten too much perhaps too soon. I ignored it, believing it would go away after a short time and got into bed to watch a special on the Casey Anthony Murder Case.
I spent the majority of the night tossing and turning, my legs feeling numb and restless. At one point during the night around 1:45 am I took to kicking the air to wear out my legs and sleep peacefully. I’d roll around, back and forth and couldn’t get into a position that would bring relief. I remember at some point I took the fan and turned it on, placing it on my bed to get some cool air. Lying down on my stomach was painful and I knew then that something wasn’t right. I even considered chewing on a stick of mint flavored gum to rid myself of the nausea.
3:55 came around and I could no longer take it. I picked up the trashcan and emptied out the contents of my stomach and following that went to wake up my mom and let her know I wasn’t feeling well. By 4:30 am I was in full blow vomiting marathon. I rested soon after, drank some tea and hoped I would reawaken energized and feeling better. I woke up at 8am. No luck. The vomiting continued and the nausea continued and the fatigue was horrible. Up until 6:38 pm today I stayed in bed, fighting away any nausea and tried to keep some food down.
It’s now 10:34pm and so far so good. I haven’t thrown up in close to 10 hours and I’m SO ready to wake up and feel normal again. Stomach pain is the worst.
Wishing myself a speedy recovery,
- D
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