In which I almost die.
May. 25th, 2006 08:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
akujunkanSeriously.
Had a nice big bowl of chicken curry rice at my Wednesday day care. Was doing great; had a good time with the kids, even took a nice long walk in the fresh air back to city hall.
Then, around 3pm I started feeling Not So Good. Went home, rescheduled my practice session for Friday night and went to bed at 6pm, without eating anything since lunch. (Highly unusual in itself, as I typically eat four full meals a day.)
Couldn't sleep, thanks to the shallow breathing and all-around feelings of discomfort. Nine pm found me sitting up in bed, thinking, Oh my god, I'm going to vomit. Which I did. Copiously, for the next 20 hours.
This was the sickest I have ever been in my life. I was vomiting so continously and so intensely that I had to scrape it out of my mouth to keep from choking. And when I ran out of food and bile to vomit, I vomited air. The abdominal contractions were so horrid I could barely breathe.
Drinking water was like a rubber ball bounding off a cement wall--I immediately projectile vomited it across the room. Couldn't keep anything down. Needless to say, my tatami mats are disgusting, because I ran out of towels to clean them up with.
And it just kept getting worse--to the point that I couldn't stand up anymore. Then came the diahorrea, which was extra fun because you can't use the toilet and puke into it at the same time. I actually flooded the bathroom with puke--a good 1.5 inches of it. And ran out of toilet paper. Joy.
I'm also pretty certain I was raving at some point during the evening, as evidenced by the fact that discovered upon returning this evening that I'd shredded my pillow case and tore one of my sheets in half.
This wholesome funness continued on into this morning, when I checked myself into the hospital. I finally left around 7pm this evening, after being prescribed all manner of medicine and having spent over seven hours on an IV drip, which was a first.
Am feeling much better, thankfully. Now to clean up my disguisting puke-soppy apartment. The upside? I now know how to say 'exotoxin' in Japanese.
That will be all.
Had a nice big bowl of chicken curry rice at my Wednesday day care. Was doing great; had a good time with the kids, even took a nice long walk in the fresh air back to city hall.
Then, around 3pm I started feeling Not So Good. Went home, rescheduled my practice session for Friday night and went to bed at 6pm, without eating anything since lunch. (Highly unusual in itself, as I typically eat four full meals a day.)
Couldn't sleep, thanks to the shallow breathing and all-around feelings of discomfort. Nine pm found me sitting up in bed, thinking, Oh my god, I'm going to vomit. Which I did. Copiously, for the next 20 hours.
This was the sickest I have ever been in my life. I was vomiting so continously and so intensely that I had to scrape it out of my mouth to keep from choking. And when I ran out of food and bile to vomit, I vomited air. The abdominal contractions were so horrid I could barely breathe.
Drinking water was like a rubber ball bounding off a cement wall--I immediately projectile vomited it across the room. Couldn't keep anything down. Needless to say, my tatami mats are disgusting, because I ran out of towels to clean them up with.
And it just kept getting worse--to the point that I couldn't stand up anymore. Then came the diahorrea, which was extra fun because you can't use the toilet and puke into it at the same time. I actually flooded the bathroom with puke--a good 1.5 inches of it. And ran out of toilet paper. Joy.
I'm also pretty certain I was raving at some point during the evening, as evidenced by the fact that discovered upon returning this evening that I'd shredded my pillow case and tore one of my sheets in half.
This wholesome funness continued on into this morning, when I checked myself into the hospital. I finally left around 7pm this evening, after being prescribed all manner of medicine and having spent over seven hours on an IV drip, which was a first.
Am feeling much better, thankfully. Now to clean up my disguisting puke-soppy apartment. The upside? I now know how to say 'exotoxin' in Japanese.
That will be all.
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on 2006-05-25 12:23 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2006-05-25 12:59 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2006-05-25 03:02 pm (UTC)SHOULD'VE KNOWN ONLY SICKNESS LIKE THAT WOULD STOP YOU FROM DAE JANG GUEM.
If you want, you can stay over in Toyama friday night so you don't have to head back to Kurobe...
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on 2006-05-25 08:39 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2006-05-26 12:21 am (UTC)2 ppl at work went home with the pukes this week, too. something in the air, i guess.
*sends virtual ginger ale*
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on 2006-05-26 05:23 am (UTC)Take care of yourself!
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on 2006-05-26 11:46 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-05-26 11:30 pm (UTC){{{{{{{{{HUGS}}}}}}}}}
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on 2006-05-30 07:30 am (UTC)wow... it's amazing that you even managed to go to the hospital... O__O
at least, i'm relieved you're feeling better now... ^^