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Last night, soon after dinner, my stomach went over to the enemy side.
Thinking about it, it started much earlier in the day. I was having a low blood sugar reaction around noon yesterday that was so bad that my hands were shaking as I was paying for my lunch, even though I didn't eat any later than I ever do. That could be related. Anyway, around eight last night my stomach declared war, and continued to forcefully remove its contents about once an hour until 3am or so.
I don't think it was always like this, but it seems that in the past few years, when I get sick to my stomach, it doesn't happen just once. It has to happen every hour, or two hours, and it sticks to that schedule till it's finished. Once would really be enough for me. Honest.
Finally, in the 3am nausea wave, it passed over me without passing out of me. I was sweating, hands and feet were numb and tingling, fingers clenched painfully in near paralysis, but I kept my water down. From there it got a bit easier, and I gained the presence of mind to realize that the reason I was freezing cold and couldn't get warm wasn't a failure in the space heater, it was because I was feverish. Initial readings showed my temperature at 100.4, but I'd recently had water, so I suspected it was higher. It's ranged up past 101 today. Around noon, I tried to have some jello, and when it stayed down I took some tylenol for the fever. It seems to have finally broken, or at least be lowering. Spelt pretzels have also stayed down, just a handful of them, and I have another container of jello chilling for dinner.
It seems the worst is over, at least. I still feel like crap, but it's only generic crap, not exceptional crap.
Ugh.
Thinking about it, it started much earlier in the day. I was having a low blood sugar reaction around noon yesterday that was so bad that my hands were shaking as I was paying for my lunch, even though I didn't eat any later than I ever do. That could be related. Anyway, around eight last night my stomach declared war, and continued to forcefully remove its contents about once an hour until 3am or so.
I don't think it was always like this, but it seems that in the past few years, when I get sick to my stomach, it doesn't happen just once. It has to happen every hour, or two hours, and it sticks to that schedule till it's finished. Once would really be enough for me. Honest.
Finally, in the 3am nausea wave, it passed over me without passing out of me. I was sweating, hands and feet were numb and tingling, fingers clenched painfully in near paralysis, but I kept my water down. From there it got a bit easier, and I gained the presence of mind to realize that the reason I was freezing cold and couldn't get warm wasn't a failure in the space heater, it was because I was feverish. Initial readings showed my temperature at 100.4, but I'd recently had water, so I suspected it was higher. It's ranged up past 101 today. Around noon, I tried to have some jello, and when it stayed down I took some tylenol for the fever. It seems to have finally broken, or at least be lowering. Spelt pretzels have also stayed down, just a handful of them, and I have another container of jello chilling for dinner.
It seems the worst is over, at least. I still feel like crap, but it's only generic crap, not exceptional crap.
Ugh.
