Better

[prog]

After 7 or 8 twice-an-hour visits to Dr. Flushy McBowlface, over which I excavated every last scrap from the half-a-pizza I ate for suppah, I managed to sleep for several hours. Then I hallucinated for several more hours (my illness was a city descending into sectarian violence, my stomach a road to the stars), tried to take a shower, barfed again, and now I feel kind of OK.

I am having a crap time keeping anything down, sadly, even the ginger ale. Some nice hot tea seems like a good idea now (even though it's a diuretic).

Also I ran out of Lysol. Gah.

Comments

[ahkond.livejournal.com]

my illness was a city descending into sectarian violence, my stomach a road to the stars

Isn't that a Harlan Ellison story title? Or maybe Samuel Delany?

[kahuna-burger.livejournal.com]

"the half-a-pizza I ate for suppah,"

Hey, what did I tell you about rice and boiled meats!?!?!? (well, ok, I didn't tell you till this morning, but still...)

[prog.livejournal.com]

I meant this was the thing that got me sick in the first place (in all likelihood).

I'm sippin chicken broth now and hoping I'll be able to keep it down.

[prog.livejournal.com]

Throw in a reference to the Islets of Langerhans and sold.

[kahuna-burger.livejournal.com]

*cough* yeah, I figured that out after I posted. *blush*

Hope you feel better.