Monday, December 04, 2006
It's all a big laugh, isn't it? I can sit here and blase-like write about gorging myself stupid on food and drinking myself senseless. I can laugh about this and think of myself as a lad and a dude and indestructible and untouchable.
Not so indestructible. Not untouchable. Not such a lad and a dude.
About 20 minutes after I went to bed on Sunday morning I awoke suddenly and had to go to the bathroom. I got there in time and vomited copiously for about 10 minutes, while also managing to shit myself. I cleaned up, went back to bed and did the same thing an hour later. And again an hour later after that. On the fourth visit to the bathroom I didn't vomit, but stuff was still coming out of the other end.
I was ill all night. I thought I was dying.
Long story cut short. I didn't leave the house at all yesterday and could barely eat anything. I had stomach cramps and a fever. I think it was food poisoning; possibly because of something that I ate on Saturday. (I suspect some clotted cream that I had with some scones in Cafe Zest at Rackhams. It tasted... Tangy. I shouldn't have touched it.) I still have a stomach ache. I still have the reminder of the tablets that the Doctor gave me after I had a stomach bug last time and I've taken some. They seem to have stopped the shits.
Nice story. Lorraine thinks that I have a weak constitution. No. I just eat the wrong things constantly.
I didn't go to work today. Lorraine told me to forget it. Good girl. Fuck 'em. Anyway, I am still ill. The stomach cramps are still here, although not as bad as before. If I still feel like this, I will not be going into work tomorrow, either. It's a damn nuisance. Lorraine has booked 2 and a half days off work starting on Wednesday afternoon. She is going to visit family. This looks like I am skiving.
Oh, fuck 'em. I'm not making this up.
I need to eat something. Eggs, methinks.
Don't feel sorry for me. There are things that I can do to help myself and I am not doing them. I am as bored with my ill health as everybody else must be reading about it.
Not so indestructible. Not untouchable. Not such a lad and a dude.
About 20 minutes after I went to bed on Sunday morning I awoke suddenly and had to go to the bathroom. I got there in time and vomited copiously for about 10 minutes, while also managing to shit myself. I cleaned up, went back to bed and did the same thing an hour later. And again an hour later after that. On the fourth visit to the bathroom I didn't vomit, but stuff was still coming out of the other end.
I was ill all night. I thought I was dying.
Long story cut short. I didn't leave the house at all yesterday and could barely eat anything. I had stomach cramps and a fever. I think it was food poisoning; possibly because of something that I ate on Saturday. (I suspect some clotted cream that I had with some scones in Cafe Zest at Rackhams. It tasted... Tangy. I shouldn't have touched it.) I still have a stomach ache. I still have the reminder of the tablets that the Doctor gave me after I had a stomach bug last time and I've taken some. They seem to have stopped the shits.
Nice story. Lorraine thinks that I have a weak constitution. No. I just eat the wrong things constantly.
I didn't go to work today. Lorraine told me to forget it. Good girl. Fuck 'em. Anyway, I am still ill. The stomach cramps are still here, although not as bad as before. If I still feel like this, I will not be going into work tomorrow, either. It's a damn nuisance. Lorraine has booked 2 and a half days off work starting on Wednesday afternoon. She is going to visit family. This looks like I am skiving.
Oh, fuck 'em. I'm not making this up.
I need to eat something. Eggs, methinks.
Don't feel sorry for me. There are things that I can do to help myself and I am not doing them. I am as bored with my ill health as everybody else must be reading about it.
# posted by Pynchon @ 12:10 pm 
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