Merry fucking Christmas.
Dec. 25th, 2010 06:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apocalypsosLast night, I came home from Christmas Eve at my parents' house and I was perfectly fine.
Cut to this morning, and I wake up feeling awful. I run into the bathroom and have a raging bout of vomiting and diarrhea pretty much in succession. Without irony, I think, "Oh, crap." Because, seriously, I could see exactly how today was going to run.
I finally schlepped up to my parents' house for Christmas morning present-opening, all of which was lovely and nice and exactly what Christmas should be. Well, as long as you don't count me repeatedly running to the bathroom to stick my finger down my throat. (I wanted to throw up in the worst way, but my throat just did not want to cooperate, and not being able to vomit was actually starting to hurt.)
Instead of staying for our yearly Christmas breakfast of kielbasa and scrambled eggs, I went home to rest with the hopes that eventually a nap and a few more runs to the bathroom would make me well enough for Middle-School-Sleepover Christmas.
... yeah, no. I'm currently sitting here on my couch feeling exhausted and lightheaded, sipping water, not having eaten all day, and watching Mythbusters episodes.
Oh, and I was supposed to do OT tomorrow. Ugh, I can barely stand up at this point.
Cut to this morning, and I wake up feeling awful. I run into the bathroom and have a raging bout of vomiting and diarrhea pretty much in succession. Without irony, I think, "Oh, crap." Because, seriously, I could see exactly how today was going to run.
I finally schlepped up to my parents' house for Christmas morning present-opening, all of which was lovely and nice and exactly what Christmas should be. Well, as long as you don't count me repeatedly running to the bathroom to stick my finger down my throat. (I wanted to throw up in the worst way, but my throat just did not want to cooperate, and not being able to vomit was actually starting to hurt.)
Instead of staying for our yearly Christmas breakfast of kielbasa and scrambled eggs, I went home to rest with the hopes that eventually a nap and a few more runs to the bathroom would make me well enough for Middle-School-Sleepover Christmas.
... yeah, no. I'm currently sitting here on my couch feeling exhausted and lightheaded, sipping water, not having eaten all day, and watching Mythbusters episodes.
Oh, and I was supposed to do OT tomorrow. Ugh, I can barely stand up at this point.
