random thoughts – Day 1,873 – (Saturday) – under attack

Mysteries abound. In addition to the missing sunglass clip, suddenly draining cell battery, and misplaced dance belt, Friday night delivered a mysterious health situation.

While sitting in the living room half-watching TV, messing around on my cell, and drinking ice water my stomach started feeling “wrong.” I wasn’t a stomach ache, it just felt like the ice water, which I drink nightly, was causing a weird reaction and things were churning. At 10:00, there began a full-on assault of vomiting every 20 to 40 minutes.

I remembered Mom giving me ginger ale when I was kid with a messy stomach, but I don't have any. There is ginger root in the freezer, but I wasn't in any shape to be trying to cut some of that.

Eventually, it felt safe to go upstairs to bed, plastic trash can with a liner bag at the ready. Kiki laid on the floor near the door, her new nighttime spot. Things were calmer with my stomach and then suddenly they weren’t when the mystery ailment took a turn and the expulsion from the other end of the digestive tract kicked in. I was also sweating, then freezing. My body was angry and I don't know why. 

This went on all night. It was brutal. I returned to the couch because it’s significantly closer to the bathroom than the bedroom is. Then it felt safe to return to the bedroom. Things finally eased up around 6:00 am. Not gone, just less frequent, and I was able to sleep for longer increments in bed. At 2:00 pm, I left the bed and went back downstairs to the couch. 

I was thirsty and feeling parched, but the first sip of water kicked the cycle off again. Eventually, I was able to keep water down. I have a headache and feel very weak, but I’m afraid to take anything on what I’m certain is a completely empty stomach and I don't feel like eating.

The expressions “sick as a dog” and “weak as a kitten” kept running through my head, along with lots of exclamations of whiskey-tango-foxtrot.  And why are the dogs sick and the kittens weak? Aren’t cats the ones known for yakking on the rug? I actually feel more like another expression I used to hear – “death on toast.” No, I don’t know where that one originates from either. Maybe when I’m not dealing with a headache and feeling as weak as a kitten I’ll have the energy to look into it.