Not so lucky
I woke up last night at 1:45 with the WORST stomach cramps since the death flu. The one where I was incapable of any sort of thought process and instead just lived from cramp to cramp? Yeah, that one.
It was awful. Many times I wished I COULD JUST THROW UP, but we all know I can't. Instead I burped a lot and spit. And would sit there quietly moaning until the next one hit, and then try anything to make it better.
I did that until 3, when I finally feel asleep on the love seat SITTING UP. Laying down made everything more spinny and I couldn't even lay in my own bed. At 4:15, I woke up from my doze, feeling better, and decided to try and go back to sleep. The MINUTE I laid down in my bed, it got worse again. So, back to the love seat went I. Where I managed to doze off again until 6:30 this morning. When I called into work. And then I moved over to the bigger couch (I was not gonna tempt fate with my bed), and slept there until 11. I did wake up a few times, though.
I'm still tired, and my stomach is still sore, though not cramping quite so painfully. This little cramping, I can handle.
I am afraid of food. I did not have a fever, so I am wondering if it wasn't something to do with the Salmon I made last night. Though Derek is fine.
It might be the need to have a piece of pizza last night. See...whenever we order pizza anymore, at least one slice goes to waste cause Ben doesn't want my mushrooms. I was determined not to have that one slice be pointless, so I ate the cheese off of it last night. While I was burping (still am), I could taste Pizza. So I'm wondering what the hell I did wrong. Cause I'm pretty sure I don't ever want to eat whatever it was that made me want to vomit again.
Go figure.
All right, back to laying on my bed, wishing I was just normal. My stomach still lurches around a bit here and there and while some of it is gas, I'm kind of afraid to fart, in case it's more than gas.
That's what happened with the death flu. It was really bad. This is just marginally bad.
It was awful. Many times I wished I COULD JUST THROW UP, but we all know I can't. Instead I burped a lot and spit. And would sit there quietly moaning until the next one hit, and then try anything to make it better.
I did that until 3, when I finally feel asleep on the love seat SITTING UP. Laying down made everything more spinny and I couldn't even lay in my own bed. At 4:15, I woke up from my doze, feeling better, and decided to try and go back to sleep. The MINUTE I laid down in my bed, it got worse again. So, back to the love seat went I. Where I managed to doze off again until 6:30 this morning. When I called into work. And then I moved over to the bigger couch (I was not gonna tempt fate with my bed), and slept there until 11. I did wake up a few times, though.
I'm still tired, and my stomach is still sore, though not cramping quite so painfully. This little cramping, I can handle.
I am afraid of food. I did not have a fever, so I am wondering if it wasn't something to do with the Salmon I made last night. Though Derek is fine.
It might be the need to have a piece of pizza last night. See...whenever we order pizza anymore, at least one slice goes to waste cause Ben doesn't want my mushrooms. I was determined not to have that one slice be pointless, so I ate the cheese off of it last night. While I was burping (still am), I could taste Pizza. So I'm wondering what the hell I did wrong. Cause I'm pretty sure I don't ever want to eat whatever it was that made me want to vomit again.
Go figure.
All right, back to laying on my bed, wishing I was just normal. My stomach still lurches around a bit here and there and while some of it is gas, I'm kind of afraid to fart, in case it's more than gas.
That's what happened with the death flu. It was really bad. This is just marginally bad.
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food poisoning will hit before it passes your stomach, usually. An allergy or sensitivity will hit immediately, or WAIT, boiling and bubbling 'til your body REALLY starts to digest and feel it.
Yummy stuff.
I bet they spit on my pizza. I was having delusions that they must've fucked with my pizza, but I don't know.
It did just happen suddenly, so it might've been waiting?
I don't know, but I'd like to. If it's a sensitivity, it would be nice to know about it, so I can avoid the hell outta that food.
It was like my stomach was trying to FORCIBLY eject whatever it was.