missroserose | Observations on gastroenteritis, bout #2 in six years

Note: I'm putting an LJ cut here, but it won't come through on Facebook or Google Reader, so I'm also putting a warning. As anyone who's had gastroenteritis will likely guess, frank discussion of bodily functions to follow. If this qualifies as TMI to you, turn back now.

Some thoughts:

Having had previous experience with the ick, I'm honestly not sure if I was better or worse off this time around. On the one hand, I knew I wasn't going to die this time. On the other, from the moment I made that second run for the bathroom, I knew exactly what I had to look forward to, and I knew I was going to wish I was going to die.
I honestly couldn't remember how many times I puked during the first go-round, so this time I tried to keep a tally. However, it got a bit confusing later on - does it count as puking when you're actually dry-heaving while everything comes out the other end? Possibly "trips to the bathroom" would be a more accurate metric.
Puking so hard that a chunk of food gets lodged in your nasal cavity, only to fall back down your throat later? Worst. Thing. Ever.
Generally, I find Arizona tap water tastes awful, and that's still mostly the case. However, it's amazing how sweet and good it tastes when you're that dehydrated.
Last go-round, I went through the bout at home while Brian came down with it after being sent to Sitka for work; I felt super-bad for him, as it seemed like being that sick away from home would be the worst thing ever. This time, I caught it while we were in Tucson, and I feel less bad for him in retrospect - there's just no good place for your body to wear itself out by tying your digestive system up in knots.
Once it was all over with, I was amused to realize that my innards were making sounds not unlike our pipes when we finally got them unfrozen...