I'm not doing this just to bore you all or garner sympathy; I want to be able to have a record in case I need it.
Was fine after about 1:30 yesterday. Drank a vitamin water (lemonade flavor) and had some ginger ale at the Flying Saucer (which made me really sad, because it wasn't one of their hundred-some beers, and I couldn't eat, either), and was OK, if tired & weak. Drove back to W&G's and slept on their couch (which is actually pretty comfy. I have my AeroBed, but this is actually a little better.)
Woke up around 5:30, went to bathroom. Wondered what I'd put into my body that it could have digested. Went back to couch. Felt queasy. Got up, took a zofran, went to bathroom again. Same question. Went back to couch, felt dizzy. That's from the medicine. Laid back down, tried to sleep. Dozed a bit while W&G got up & dressed & ready to go.
My stomach still hurt a bit, but I didn't have the utterly miserable nauseous feeling. Then I dry-heaved. Then I went back to the couch, tired and weak, and left a message for my doctor. (Around 7:45)
They called back around 9, I gave them more information, the nurse said she'd ask the doctor what to do next. (ie, is it time for me to go to the hospital and get IV fluids & nutrition and a whole fuckton of testing?)
They haven't called back yet. I've been feeling better, and I even took a shower. I've been sipping flattened ginger ale, and I may be able to leave for the con in the next hour or so. Since I haven't eaten in 6 days now, I'm low on fuel (and vitamins and all that sort of stuff). At least soda has a lot of sugar in it.
The annoying thing is that when I do eat, it doesn't bother me until the next day. So I can never tell if that packet of saltines or that up of applesauce is going to make me horribly ill until I get ill 12 hours later. So right now I'm basically terrified of food. THIS SUCKS.
I'm going to rest a bit more and rearrange some of my con gear for the day.
If I don't hear otherwise from my doctor and I wake up sick again tomorrow (after another day of clear liquids and maybe applesauce), I'm going to decide on my own that it's time for the hospital. Though by the time I got there, I might look well enough that they think I'm faking.
Was fine after about 1:30 yesterday. Drank a vitamin water (lemonade flavor) and had some ginger ale at the Flying Saucer (which made me really sad, because it wasn't one of their hundred-some beers, and I couldn't eat, either), and was OK, if tired & weak. Drove back to W&G's and slept on their couch (which is actually pretty comfy. I have my AeroBed, but this is actually a little better.)
Woke up around 5:30, went to bathroom. Wondered what I'd put into my body that it could have digested. Went back to couch. Felt queasy. Got up, took a zofran, went to bathroom again. Same question. Went back to couch, felt dizzy. That's from the medicine. Laid back down, tried to sleep. Dozed a bit while W&G got up & dressed & ready to go.
My stomach still hurt a bit, but I didn't have the utterly miserable nauseous feeling. Then I dry-heaved. Then I went back to the couch, tired and weak, and left a message for my doctor. (Around 7:45)
They called back around 9, I gave them more information, the nurse said she'd ask the doctor what to do next. (ie, is it time for me to go to the hospital and get IV fluids & nutrition and a whole fuckton of testing?)
They haven't called back yet. I've been feeling better, and I even took a shower. I've been sipping flattened ginger ale, and I may be able to leave for the con in the next hour or so. Since I haven't eaten in 6 days now, I'm low on fuel (and vitamins and all that sort of stuff). At least soda has a lot of sugar in it.
The annoying thing is that when I do eat, it doesn't bother me until the next day. So I can never tell if that packet of saltines or that up of applesauce is going to make me horribly ill until I get ill 12 hours later. So right now I'm basically terrified of food. THIS SUCKS.
I'm going to rest a bit more and rearrange some of my con gear for the day.
If I don't hear otherwise from my doctor and I wake up sick again tomorrow (after another day of clear liquids and maybe applesauce), I'm going to decide on my own that it's time for the hospital. Though by the time I got there, I might look well enough that they think I'm faking.
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