Upchuck
Yesterday, shortly after posting my daily story, I began to feel very ill. I began to throw up. Matter of fact, I even put myself on a schedule: Once an hour. For six hours. I threw up over and over again.
As I write this, my throat is swollen. My eyes hurt. My stomach is an aching mixture of muscles and this water I'm sipping on feels as if its not fluid but rather some sort of gel. It slowly coats my throat as the liquid makes its way through my innards.
I ate nothing today and threw up what could only be described as stomach lining during the evening. My body was exhausted, waking up from feverish sleep to bum rush the bathroom and let what little was in there out. Dry heaves continued as I worked on my breathing, forcing the heaving to stop.
Now it's late and I'm sure I just completed some sort of terrible Hollywood diet by accident. I'm guessing I dropped 10lbs hurling and hurling and hurting. I had dreams of building roller coasters. Of working on scaffolding and designing turns and loops. Then I would wake up, puke, fall asleep, then continue construction. The sweat that covered my body as I woke could just have easily been from lifting steel rafters. From putting the cars on the tracks.
As the night wore on it became more and more difficult to get the energy to throw up. The idea of simply standing was a problem. And in my mind, after I made my peace with the porcelain, construction continued.
Finally after I threw up for the sixth or seventh time, it was over. I didn't know it consciously, but as I went to sleep, hoping for some sort of miracle to make this go away, I dreamt of riding that roller coaster. Of putting my hands up in the air and smiling. The smell of hot dogs and pavement. The sheen of the afternoon sky.
I had made it. I wasn't sick any longer. And in my dreams, I found the finale I was looking for, in a job that was finally complete.
As I write this, my throat is swollen. My eyes hurt. My stomach is an aching mixture of muscles and this water I'm sipping on feels as if its not fluid but rather some sort of gel. It slowly coats my throat as the liquid makes its way through my innards.
I ate nothing today and threw up what could only be described as stomach lining during the evening. My body was exhausted, waking up from feverish sleep to bum rush the bathroom and let what little was in there out. Dry heaves continued as I worked on my breathing, forcing the heaving to stop.
Now it's late and I'm sure I just completed some sort of terrible Hollywood diet by accident. I'm guessing I dropped 10lbs hurling and hurling and hurting. I had dreams of building roller coasters. Of working on scaffolding and designing turns and loops. Then I would wake up, puke, fall asleep, then continue construction. The sweat that covered my body as I woke could just have easily been from lifting steel rafters. From putting the cars on the tracks.
As the night wore on it became more and more difficult to get the energy to throw up. The idea of simply standing was a problem. And in my mind, after I made my peace with the porcelain, construction continued.
Finally after I threw up for the sixth or seventh time, it was over. I didn't know it consciously, but as I went to sleep, hoping for some sort of miracle to make this go away, I dreamt of riding that roller coaster. Of putting my hands up in the air and smiling. The smell of hot dogs and pavement. The sheen of the afternoon sky.
I had made it. I wasn't sick any longer. And in my dreams, I found the finale I was looking for, in a job that was finally complete.
Tags: Sick
5 Comments:
I know it's completely stupid, but I personally hold to the idea that I'd rather lose a finger or toe than have a vomit-fest virus. I hate throwing up. I dread it when I'm sick, and try to convince myself, sometimes for hours, that I don't really need to throw up, while I sit on the couch and feel horrible and know that I'm just lying to myself.
Dry heaves are the worst.
Gah, even typing about vomiting made me sick to my stomach.
yikes! glad you're feeling better.
I recently visited the ol' house of Orange for a friendly to do. And Became Violently Ill. I share the pain you felt, because you gave it to me. As the the muscles in my back tighten like steel springs one by one in a rolling motion all the way up my spine until they burst in a full body heave which leaves me broken and exhausted, I think of you. Thanks buddy. At least it was a short lived bug.
When I was 10 or so, a doctor me that throwing up is not actually beneficial in most cases -- food poisoning being the obvious exception. I use something called Emetrol which keeps you from throwing up. I think possibly going with the first purge and then stopping the dry heaves with Emetrol may be the best strategy in the long run. Suffering through hours of dry heaves is pointless to the extreme.
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