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Feb. 4th, 2007
Vomit '07!
Feb. 4th, 2007 10:21 pmWhew! Glad that's over, and I hope I won't be doing that again in a hurry. I must have puked, let's see... about seven trips to the bathroom, about four actual episodes of puking each trip... gosh, from 25 to 30 times today. And I'm not a good puker, either. Myy internal monologue is something like this:
ohgodohgod oh CRAP this SUCKS! Okay, I'm down here. Now what do I do? How do I start? *gag* *gag gag* *gaggaggag* Well, that accomplished nothing except to make my eyes water.
Maybe I'll stick my finger down my throat. That's supposed to work. Huh ... I don't have much of a gag reflex. Better not spread that around.
Okay, keep trying! It's so cold down here. I have the cleanest toilet ever but there are some dust bunnies ...
Ugh, this sucks, just PUKE already! *cries hysterically*
This goes on for about fifteen minutes. Finally, the only thing that worked was sticking two fingers so far down my throat I could feel my trachea, holy grossness. And then pulling them back out really fast once I knew I was going to puke. And all I got for my trouble was some lousy Total Raisin Bran, oatmeal and some fruit juice. Which I guess is better than when I did this four years ago and got a half gallon of mint chocolate chip ice cream. Four years is not a long enough time to go without puking, I might add.
Probably the worst part was having to call my Mom and ask her to take the dogs for the day and get me some Ematrol (I don't know why I bother: it doesn't work and the ingredients are frigged up,) and some oatmeal. My folks are going away tomorrow for their 35th anniversary and my Mom was talking about cancelling it so she could take the dogs again tomorrow, just in case. I told her that I'd be up and about by eleven. Actually, I was up and about by 9:35, so I was ahead of schedule.
And yes, before you ask, my powers of recuperation really are that stunning.
So what I did all day was sleep, puke, and watch the Monty Python DVDs. I was mostly asleep, but once in a while I'd wake up and find myself mouthing along with every single word. Every single word. Then I'd look up at the screen and see Michael Palin's remarkable eyes and remember that he was my Twue Wuv all through high school ... and college, and, well, beyond. Oddly enough, watch Monty Python marathons was what I did when I puked back in 'early '90. I have a diary entry from that night, too, talking about how sick I was and that "Michael Palin's eyes sparkle like bevelled glass." (Look how cute he was with Eric Idle! Yes, I was a cheeseball back then, too. He'll never not be beautiful. I'd still mack him.
I slept so much today, I only hope I can sleep tonight. I hate being off schedule. *Le sigh* Ah well.
ohgodohgod oh CRAP this SUCKS! Okay, I'm down here. Now what do I do? How do I start? *gag* *gag gag* *gaggaggag* Well, that accomplished nothing except to make my eyes water.
Maybe I'll stick my finger down my throat. That's supposed to work. Huh ... I don't have much of a gag reflex. Better not spread that around.
Okay, keep trying! It's so cold down here. I have the cleanest toilet ever but there are some dust bunnies ...
Ugh, this sucks, just PUKE already! *cries hysterically*
This goes on for about fifteen minutes. Finally, the only thing that worked was sticking two fingers so far down my throat I could feel my trachea, holy grossness. And then pulling them back out really fast once I knew I was going to puke. And all I got for my trouble was some lousy Total Raisin Bran, oatmeal and some fruit juice. Which I guess is better than when I did this four years ago and got a half gallon of mint chocolate chip ice cream. Four years is not a long enough time to go without puking, I might add.
Probably the worst part was having to call my Mom and ask her to take the dogs for the day and get me some Ematrol (I don't know why I bother: it doesn't work and the ingredients are frigged up,) and some oatmeal. My folks are going away tomorrow for their 35th anniversary and my Mom was talking about cancelling it so she could take the dogs again tomorrow, just in case. I told her that I'd be up and about by eleven. Actually, I was up and about by 9:35, so I was ahead of schedule.
And yes, before you ask, my powers of recuperation really are that stunning.
So what I did all day was sleep, puke, and watch the Monty Python DVDs. I was mostly asleep, but once in a while I'd wake up and find myself mouthing along with every single word. Every single word. Then I'd look up at the screen and see Michael Palin's remarkable eyes and remember that he was my Twue Wuv all through high school ... and college, and, well, beyond. Oddly enough, watch Monty Python marathons was what I did when I puked back in 'early '90. I have a diary entry from that night, too, talking about how sick I was and that "Michael Palin's eyes sparkle like bevelled glass." (Look how cute he was with Eric Idle! Yes, I was a cheeseball back then, too. He'll never not be beautiful. I'd still mack him.
I slept so much today, I only hope I can sleep tonight. I hate being off schedule. *Le sigh* Ah well.
Vomit '07!
Feb. 4th, 2007 10:21 pmWhew! Glad that's over, and I hope I won't be doing that again in a hurry. I must have puked, let's see... about seven trips to the bathroom, about four actual episodes of puking each trip... gosh, from 25 to 30 times today. And I'm not a good puker, either. Myy internal monologue is something like this:
ohgodohgod oh CRAP this SUCKS! Okay, I'm down here. Now what do I do? How do I start? *gag* *gag gag* *gaggaggag* Well, that accomplished nothing except to make my eyes water.
Maybe I'll stick my finger down my throat. That's supposed to work. Huh ... I don't have much of a gag reflex. Better not spread that around.
Okay, keep trying! It's so cold down here. I have the cleanest toilet ever but there are some dust bunnies ...
Ugh, this sucks, just PUKE already! *cries hysterically*
This goes on for about fifteen minutes. Finally, the only thing that worked was sticking two fingers so far down my throat I could feel my trachea, holy grossness. And then pulling them back out really fast once I knew I was going to puke. And all I got for my trouble was some lousy Total Raisin Bran, oatmeal and some fruit juice. Which I guess is better than when I did this four years ago and got a half gallon of mint chocolate chip ice cream. Four years is not a long enough time to go without puking, I might add.
Probably the worst part was having to call my Mom and ask her to take the dogs for the day and get me some Ematrol (I don't know why I bother: it doesn't work and the ingredients are frigged up,) and some oatmeal. My folks are going away tomorrow for their 35th anniversary and my Mom was talking about cancelling it so she could take the dogs again tomorrow, just in case. I told her that I'd be up and about by eleven. Actually, I was up and about by 9:35, so I was ahead of schedule.
And yes, before you ask, my powers of recuperation really are that stunning.
So what I did all day was sleep, puke, and watch the Monty Python DVDs. I was mostly asleep, but once in a while I'd wake up and find myself mouthing along with every single word. Every single word. Then I'd look up at the screen and see Michael Palin's remarkable eyes and remember that he was my Twue Wuv all through high school ... and college, and, well, beyond. Oddly enough, watch Monty Python marathons was what I did when I puked back in 'early '90. I have a diary entry from that night, too, talking about how sick I was and that "Michael Palin's eyes sparkle like bevelled glass." (Look how cute he was with Eric Idle! Yes, I was a cheeseball back then, too. He'll never not be beautiful. I'd still mack him.
I slept so much today, I only hope I can sleep tonight. I hate being off schedule. *Le sigh* Ah well.
ohgodohgod oh CRAP this SUCKS! Okay, I'm down here. Now what do I do? How do I start? *gag* *gag gag* *gaggaggag* Well, that accomplished nothing except to make my eyes water.
Maybe I'll stick my finger down my throat. That's supposed to work. Huh ... I don't have much of a gag reflex. Better not spread that around.
Okay, keep trying! It's so cold down here. I have the cleanest toilet ever but there are some dust bunnies ...
Ugh, this sucks, just PUKE already! *cries hysterically*
This goes on for about fifteen minutes. Finally, the only thing that worked was sticking two fingers so far down my throat I could feel my trachea, holy grossness. And then pulling them back out really fast once I knew I was going to puke. And all I got for my trouble was some lousy Total Raisin Bran, oatmeal and some fruit juice. Which I guess is better than when I did this four years ago and got a half gallon of mint chocolate chip ice cream. Four years is not a long enough time to go without puking, I might add.
Probably the worst part was having to call my Mom and ask her to take the dogs for the day and get me some Ematrol (I don't know why I bother: it doesn't work and the ingredients are frigged up,) and some oatmeal. My folks are going away tomorrow for their 35th anniversary and my Mom was talking about cancelling it so she could take the dogs again tomorrow, just in case. I told her that I'd be up and about by eleven. Actually, I was up and about by 9:35, so I was ahead of schedule.
And yes, before you ask, my powers of recuperation really are that stunning.
So what I did all day was sleep, puke, and watch the Monty Python DVDs. I was mostly asleep, but once in a while I'd wake up and find myself mouthing along with every single word. Every single word. Then I'd look up at the screen and see Michael Palin's remarkable eyes and remember that he was my Twue Wuv all through high school ... and college, and, well, beyond. Oddly enough, watch Monty Python marathons was what I did when I puked back in 'early '90. I have a diary entry from that night, too, talking about how sick I was and that "Michael Palin's eyes sparkle like bevelled glass." (Look how cute he was with Eric Idle! Yes, I was a cheeseball back then, too. He'll never not be beautiful. I'd still mack him.
I slept so much today, I only hope I can sleep tonight. I hate being off schedule. *Le sigh* Ah well.