I get a lot of 24 hour illnesses. I’m not sure why that is, but every once in a while my body throws up its’ hands and says “That’s it! I fucking quit!” Then I puke a lot and have a bad headache and feel like I am about to die for a whole day.
It is inconvenient and unpleasant. And it happened yesterday. Well, today, which is when I’m writing this. Right.
I woke up feeling fine, and within about half an hour I was puking. And pooping with urgency. This is a combo illness that I am all too familiar with.
I call it The Chinese Finger Trap.
Correct me if I’m wrong, but this is the kind of thing that only happens to other people once every few years, right? Not every couple of months, like it does for me? Yeah. Something is wrong. It’s like I’m trying to expel some kind of evil.
Anyhoo, so this happened today. And of course, my son was sick too, so while I was able to drop my daughter off at school, I had to have my son home with me to witness the horror.
Every once in a while I’d be in the bathroom…getting rid of the demons…and Ben would call out, “Mom? I love you!” I’m pretty sure he wanted me to know that before what was obviously going to be the end of my life.
But, nope! Still here! And feeling much better, thank you.