!!!WARNING!!! Today’s entry discusses sickness and vomit in great detail. Please don’t read it if you’re suggestable or easily upset. !!!WARNING!!!
Today I was working on a video thing (probably be up tomorrow) and around 1pm I decided to take a nice lunch break, looking in the fridge I found some freaking delicious looking bacon, so I made some unbelievably good bacon and (free range) egg sandwiches.
Man, they were so good. So I chowed down, then dug back into editing my thing together, about 3.30pm I went outside to shoot a bit of last minute footage and I didn’t know if it was just the shock of leaving my warm cosy little office for the out of doors coldness, but I started to feel a bit funny.
I came back inside, and noticed I was sweating, which didn’t seem right, then I decided that I really was queasy, I messaged Claire to that effect, then headed for the bathroom. I had a bad feeling.
I assumed the position, kneeling before the throne. Still not knowing if I was really that sick – you see, I haven’t thrown up in about 9 years – I decided that this might not be comfortable if I was going to be waiting around for 30 minutes before the feeling passed, and I could get back to work.
So I decided to pull the liner out of the bathroom bin, and sat on the toilet with the bin on my lap.
Within seconds, I was throwing up. Seconds later I was passed out. I came to and realised I was throwing up, so I pulled the bin back towards me (I’d been throwing up on my shirt, pants and the floor – I was feeling awful. I didn’t know what the do next, covered in vomit and feeling weak. I tried to figure things out, and realised the best thing to do would be to pass out again. So I did that. I came to throwing up a bit more. And then I felt quite a bit better. I mean, not good. But better. I sat there for a while, covered in stinking red vomit, with bits of bacon and eggs on my pants and arms. (It was red due to all the tomato sauce, God it was horrible until I realised that.)
After a while, I carefully slipped off my shoes (which were miraculously un-vomitty) then stripped off the rest of my clothes and embraced the soothing heat of the shower, and a pack of antibacterial soap, for ages.
Clothes in the washing machine, and mop and bucket later, and I decided actually I was really far to weak to continue with doing anything, at about that time, Claire got home, so we crashed on the sofa for a while. Berocca was really a godsend.
We’d made plans for dinner, and I told her to go without me, eventually finding the energy to cook up some rice, and a dash of salt and pepper, and a little fish later, I was feeling much more human.
No I’m going to bed to watch some Grey’s Anatomy, and hoping I really am over it.
(I’m pretty sure the bacon must have gone over the edge during the power cut, or something. But it was delicious man. I had no freaking idea.)