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cmdr_zoomWell, that was unpleasant.
My father has, as previously predicted, been transferred to Green Valley Rehab. I'll be going to see him tomorrow, once I feel better myself.
Stomach flu or just a really bad case of indigestion, I'm not sure; I spent the night thrashing about my hurting tummy, believing in my delirium that I was being spread over about a dozen adjacent realities, with each overlapping iteration of myself designated by a little number in brackets after his name. I finally threw up at about 8 am and felt better, relatively speaking; called in sick to work (and how) and tried to get some sleep. Woke up again at 11 or so with more pain, despite my now-empty stomach, and tottered down to the corner store to get some Tums. That seems to have done the trick. I'm still spending a lot of time in the bathroom as my system finishes purging itself, but things are coming back to equilibrium at last.
So I guess the lesson is (assuming it wasn't food poisoning) not to pour 20 ounces of Coca-Cola on top of most of a pizza and then try to go to bed.
My father has, as previously predicted, been transferred to Green Valley Rehab. I'll be going to see him tomorrow, once I feel better myself.
Stomach flu or just a really bad case of indigestion, I'm not sure; I spent the night thrashing about my hurting tummy, believing in my delirium that I was being spread over about a dozen adjacent realities, with each overlapping iteration of myself designated by a little number in brackets after his name. I finally threw up at about 8 am and felt better, relatively speaking; called in sick to work (and how) and tried to get some sleep. Woke up again at 11 or so with more pain, despite my now-empty stomach, and tottered down to the corner store to get some Tums. That seems to have done the trick. I'm still spending a lot of time in the bathroom as my system finishes purging itself, but things are coming back to equilibrium at last.
So I guess the lesson is (assuming it wasn't food poisoning) not to pour 20 ounces of Coca-Cola on top of most of a pizza and then try to go to bed.
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Date: 2002-11-19 04:43 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2002-11-19 06:39 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2002-11-20 10:39 am (UTC)During my first bout with post-chemo pneumonia, my temp spiked to about 106, and I thought that this was because the French were trying make me learn their language. Seriously. I have no idea where my fevered little brain came up with that one, but it's about all I remember from the day.
Tres bizarre, non?
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Date: 2002-11-20 03:23 pm (UTC)(Damn the French.)