Observations on gastroenteritis, bout #2 in six years

[missroserose]

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...

Comments

[cyranocyrano.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you didn't die. And I hope you're feeling better.

[roseneko.livejournal.com]

I'm about 90% better. Still a bit wobbly on my feet (gee, I wonder if not having eaten anything for 36 hours might have something to do with that?) but at least capable of eating and not liable to pass out if I try to stand up. The one joy of these things is that they're mercifully short-lived - and when it's over, you feel like you've got a new lease on life.

[joyfulleigh.livejournal.com]

Ugh, I'm so sorry. My latest illness found me in a similar predicament, needing both the trashcan and the john at the same time. There's something just WRONG about that, ya know?

Hope you're on the mend. Ginger yourself.

L.

[errant-variable.livejournal.com]

Put a cork in it.

[errant-variable.livejournal.com]

On a sliiiiiightly more serious note.
-Did you have flashbacks to the LT commons, or is that just me?
-An aztec figurehead is laughing from his grave.
-Echoing CJ, glad you're back. Toilet humor aside, modern plumbing and living facilites make this more survivable (heh) than it has been in the past, but it's still one of the least pleasant experiences I can imagine... and ditto on the nasal lodgings.

-You're a prim lady. I thought you weren't supposed to be vulnerable to these sorts of unseemly events.

[roseneko.livejournal.com]

The thought did occur to me, but you were the one who went through that, not me. Considering I hadn't eaten anything Brian didn't, I'm more inclined to attribute it to a virus than food poisoning.

What Aztec figurehead?

[errant-variable.livejournal.com]

Montezuma.