the world ends.
I am the single most pathetic sick person that has ever existed.
Vomiting is my kryptonite.
It systematically dismantles any functional aspect of myself in no time flat. It reduces me to a whiny, whimpering mess. Unable to do any of the things that need doing. Unable to do anything but throw up.
And I hate it.
I really, really hate it.
By this time tomorrow, if the vomiting continues, I can promise you that I'll swear I'm on my death bed. I'll be convinced that I'm not meant to survive it, and I'll be calling my dad with big, fat, salty tears dripping off my chin, asking in my soft, little-kid voice, why this is happening to me?
I've never handled being sick well, but vomiting is just one of those things that is so inherently evil that it just grinds my world to a total halt.
Tomorrow I will go get my phenergan prescription refiled. Tonight I'm taking dramamime, pepto bismol, and simply sleep. I'm drinking disgusting coconut water. I'm desperately trying to get my feet warm. And I'm praying for death.
Miss your face, Dear Friend.
If I die, remember to avenge my death.
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I have the same problem, last time I had the flu in Arizona I ended up in the emergency room with an IV because I couldn't stop vomiting. Then they decided to give me morphine, which I had a horrible (allergic?) reaction to, and I spent several hours scratching at things that weren't there and yelling at people violently telling them that they needed to stop being so fuzzy. Those were bad times.
ReplyDeleteUgh, Hannah, that's how my night went too. Only sans morphine. Now I still feel like I need to throw up, but I'm not actually doing it anymore. I'm not sure which is worse...
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