Lying in my bed with eyes half open (so please excuse any spelling mistakes that I don’t catch). Last night was the most physically painful night of my life (that I can vividly remember. I suppose, however, that physical pain is no match for emotional pain, and so I could have bigger problems.
It all started at about 8pm last night. I had a big dinner and was starting to feel nauseous. Things quickly took a turn for the worse as I grew weaker and queezier, barely able to propel myself up the stairs. So when I got to my room, I immediately went to the bathroom and there I threw up little by little about eight times. When I thought I was all through, I went to bed, still wreathing in pain, and cold as ice. The three or four layers of blankets on my bed were not doing their job because I had chills like I’ve never had before. Without warning, I felt something shooting up my esophagus. I darted to the bathroom and barely made it in time. The second wave of vomit was so large and unexpected that I couldn’t manage to keep it all in the toilet. I slinked back to my bed feeling freezing, dehydrated, and throbbing all over.
It’s nearly 7pm now, and this is the first time I have the strength to sit up and use the internet. Since I barely slept a wink last night, I have been lying down in bed all day, fading in and out. It’s about dinner time now. I am planning on having some soup, since food hasn’t appealed to me enough to eat anything yet.