* Warning- If you are reading while eating dinner, supper, a snack, or even thinking about food, you might not want to read the rest of this. Numerous bodily functions are mentioned.
Yesterday morning, I woke up feeling funny. I turned my head and it seemed like it took ten minutes for the room to stop spinning. Vertigo.
“What the hell did I do last night?” was my first thought. The answer? Nothing. Well, nothing that would have made me feel like I had been riding the scrambler for 8 or so hours. Hadn’t had a drop to drink. Watched some TV with D before going to bed. So, apparently, my body had decided to revolt against me sometime between the hours of 3:00 a.m. and 10:00 a.m. Then I remembered that I hadn’t been able to hear out of my left ear at all the day before, because of sinus drainage. I remembered that inner ear problems could cause vertigo. Problem explained.
Or so I thought.
I got up and attempted going down the stairs. Tricky, when everything seems to be falling backwards. I finally made it downstairs and collapsed on the couch.
I didn’t stay there for long before I realized that my stomach was apparently going into reverse, and I needed to get to a bathroom. Quickly.
After puking everything up. (Translation: After puking my stomach lining up, because I hadn’t eaten anything in several hours.) I felt better. I thought that I must have vomited from being dizzy, and now I would feel better. I even felt a little hungry. So back down the stairs for toast and orange juice.
I sipped the orange juice. That was ok. I took a bite of the toast. That was not ok. Into the bin with the toast. Up the stairs to hop in the bath. I don’t know why, but everytime I get sick, I feel the need to spend every waking hour in the bathtub. I don’t generally like lying in bed during the day, and this seems to help.
Well, you really haven’t lived until you’ve barfed into a wal-mart bag while sitting in a tub full of water.
After that little incident, I decided it was time for me to elect someone to be in charge of me for the day, so I picked D. He did a fabulous job, making sure I was covered up and you know, still breathing and such.
Around suppertime, I started to feel like I could eat something. After keeping down a cookie, D decided I was well enough for supper. I ate a baked potato, a bowl of grits, and some biscuits. I also guzzled two glasses of sprite.
After I got some food in me, I felt much, much better. I felt well enough to ride around and look at the Christmas lights. I even sang along to a few Christmas songs.
For a late night snack, I had two water popsicles and some wheat thins. All of which stayed where they should.
Today, I’m feeling MUCH better. I don’t think I feel quite 100% yet, but definitely 90%. I predict tomorrow I will be back to bouncing around and falling down. (Heavy on the falling down part: Ice is predicted for TN!)
Coming Up- D is going to share with us the most un-PC field trip possible, complete with zebra shoes and sex offenders.