Friday, November 17, 2006

When you're sliding into first...

It's a good thing I'm not a NaBloPoMo writer this month, because I would have lost big time. More power to all of you who are doing it. I'm truly enjoying catching up with your lives.

So where have I been this past week? After Chicago, I jetted off to Tucson. I got back on Sunday and since then, let's just the shit hasn't stopped. Literally.

I must have picked up some intestinal bug during my travels and it's working a lot like a restraining order; you can only stray so far from the house or you're in trouble. This week, I've worked only one full day and nearly passed out because I hardly ate. I get approximately 5-10 minutes of peace after eating something and then must block 90 minutes on my calendar to be in a two-minute vicinity of a bathroom.

I've been pretty good about eating 'restricting' meals. To say I've consumed my fair share of rice and bananas would be an understatement. We did had pot stickers on Wednesday night. For the record... a misnomer. They totally did not stick.

Now a smart man would go to the doctor at this point. That is not me. I like to self-diagnose my illnesses and then treat them with either advil or theraflu. Yes, I'm keeping myself hydrated (as best I can). Yes, I'm washing my hand constantly. But I just feel like it'll end on it's own soon enough.

My biggest worry is that any nutritonal value coming from a meal has less that 4 minutes to do it's thing before getting purged.

On the plus side, I'm going to look really thin for the holidays.

5 Comments:

Anonymous Dana said...

Get better soon! Being sick is the worst, especially in Bathroom Hostage form! I hate that!

1:36 PM  
Blogger Daddy L said...

I have indigestion at work a week ago. It made me wonder, how many times can you walk past the same person on your way to the bathroom in an hour before they sit up and notice, "Oh hey, you've got the run." Or worse, just ask you to stay in there.

4:22 PM  
Anonymous Dan said...

Pah, Doctors. What do they know. I lost my faith in the medical profession as a child when I broke my brand new glasses and was very very upset. I didn't dare telling my parents about it as they had made great pains to impress on me how expensive the glasses were and how I must take great care of them.

As an explanation of my upset presentation I said I felt ill. so they took me to a Doctor who told them with the utmost sincerity that I definitely had some sort of viral infection.

I lost my faith in them then, but the 6 years of my career as a nurse I have seen nothing to restore my faith (although granted I'm a psychiatric nurse not a proper nurse).

Just keep in running distance of the toilet and you'll be fine.

6:49 PM  
Anonymous the weirdgirl said...

I feel you.

6:57 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hope you feel better soon my man.

2:34 PM  

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