Have you even noticed I have been absent from the interwebs today? This will be TMI, so I’m putting it into the extended entry.

I mentioned on Saturday morning that my insides hurt in all the wrong places. My tummy was quite sad, but that really isn’t unusual for me. Actually, I think it started Friday night with all the pain in my abdomen, but no relief was found until the morning when I spent far too much time reading in the bathroom. I felt better after a cup of hot tea, and went on with my day.

Yesterday, I woke up feeling horrible. I chalked it up to a hangover, even though I rarely ever get hangovers. We did Busch Gardens, but didn’t do many rides at all. I only went onto the Rhino Ralley and Sheikra. And with Sheikra, I was very concerned because my tummy was so sad.

This morning, I woke up feeling horrible. My tummy was very sad, but it’s always very sad in the morning. Generally, I go potty before I leave home for work, and then I’m fine. I credited a busy weekend with little sleep for not feeling well. I had tea instead of coffee at work, and had a very hard time drinking the whole cup. Once it was inside my tummy, my tummy moaned and complained, and I had to go read the liberal magazine in the bathroom.

Staff meeting saw bosslady bringing in some of my favorite store-bought cookies. I abstained as my tummy groaned at the suggestion of food. I grabbed a bottle of water and forced water into my tummy even though it felt like fire once the water hit my tummy. See, so much liquid is evacuating my other end that I’m worried about dehydration.

I spent a large portion of my morning reading that liberal magazine, which could actually be why I felt so bad. I called sherlock and lamented my aching tummy and said I wanted to get soup for lunch. Specifically chicken soup from Chik-fil-a (a decent soup considering it’s a fast food place). When I got to his office, I felt truly crappy. I had four or so spoons of soup and told him I was going back to work to sit in my bathroom (I much prefer my work bathroom to his work bathroom). And I did just that.

I did that several times in the afternoon. My stomach was aching and I was lamenting having to go to class tonight. Over the course of the afternoon, I forced myself to eat the rest of my soup.

I called the school to find out if by chance my professor teaches the same class another night so I could skip tonight and not fall behind. No such luck. So, I told bosslady I was going home to rest and spend time in my bathroom before school, because I prefer my bathroom to work’s bathroom.

The drive home was particularly long for me. My stomach was groaning, and it occurred to me that I was going to start puking. Luckily, I made it home and into my bathroom. I got here around 320p, and rotated sitting in the bathroom and laying in my bed under several warm blankets. I’m freezing. Around 445p I puked up my lunch. It was so not pleasant the second time around. I may never be able to eat that soup again. Pity.

Sherlock got home a few seconds after I finished cleaning up the bathroom. Yes, I’m shooting out both ends at the same time (and my nose, ech). I’ll spare you additional details. Puking eliminated all chances of getting to class.

My head is aching. I’m hesitant to take anything for it. I’ve only managed to drink two thirds of a bottle of water all day today. I’m still worried about getting liquids inside me, but they don’t want to stay there for long. Sherlock brought me some ginger ale when I started typing this post. And it’s taking me forever to type this because I’m not feeling well.

I truly hope your day has been less eventful than mine.

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