Wednesday, October 4, 2006
A bad case of food poisoning 
I can't believe I'm sick again.
I started feeling nauseated on the bus ride to Lex's party, but I thought it was just a bout of motion sickness that would go away with a good night's sleep. Didn't help that the ridiculous white rattan chairs they had at the venue rocked as I ate and drank and made me even more sick.
Woke up at 445 the next day to get ready (I am covering 6 am - 4 pm permanently now) and I ended up puking twice, filling half my bathroom floor with a weird dark brown substance. Still, I felt slightly better after the vomitting, so I decided to go to work.
I ended up feeling just as sick about one hour into work, and I stumbled twice to the toilet hoping to get some relief, but I just felt worst and worst. Finally surrendered at 8 and took a cab home. I ended up puking again into the Ya Kun plastic bag left behind by Jeff, feeling half the plastic bag with the same murky brown liquid.
The amazing thing was that the cab I took had tons of plastic bags stuffed at the bag- it felt like God had pointed his finger at the cab and zapped those lifesavers right there to let me know I was going to be okay. I was really apologetic to the driver for being so sick, but he was lovely and even offered me a Strepsil. Bless him.
I started feeling nauseated on the bus ride to Lex's party, but I thought it was just a bout of motion sickness that would go away with a good night's sleep. Didn't help that the ridiculous white rattan chairs they had at the venue rocked as I ate and drank and made me even more sick.
Woke up at 445 the next day to get ready (I am covering 6 am - 4 pm permanently now) and I ended up puking twice, filling half my bathroom floor with a weird dark brown substance. Still, I felt slightly better after the vomitting, so I decided to go to work.
I ended up feeling just as sick about one hour into work, and I stumbled twice to the toilet hoping to get some relief, but I just felt worst and worst. Finally surrendered at 8 and took a cab home. I ended up puking again into the Ya Kun plastic bag left behind by Jeff, feeling half the plastic bag with the same murky brown liquid.
The amazing thing was that the cab I took had tons of plastic bags stuffed at the bag- it felt like God had pointed his finger at the cab and zapped those lifesavers right there to let me know I was going to be okay. I was really apologetic to the driver for being so sick, but he was lovely and even offered me a Strepsil. Bless him.
I went home and collapsed on the floor.
Wanted to get up and go to the doctor but I had no strength to even make it out of bed, so I texted my mother to send me when she was back.
Got to the doctor around 8 in the evening and was glad to see that it was the same doctor who treated me for Shingles. He examined me and told me that I was running a high fever. I either had a case of food poisoning or Hepatitis A, which has no cure. Must be the damned oysters at the party.
For some reason, I got so tired, depressed and frightened all at once I called Armin in my mum's car and started tearing (my mum was outside buying dinner for my brother). Reached home and got my maid to cart my mattress to the floor, and then I turned up the radio, locked the door and called Armin again and wailed like a baby.
I hate being sick. I haven't eaten anything since yesterday. My stomach is churning and my head is spinning.
I just want to be well again.
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