I spent much of the last thirty hours or so in a state of utter wretchedness. And retching. And intensified misery thinking of W. And retching. And wretched.<\/p>\n
I don’t know whether it was food poisoning, or a virus, or what. <\/p>\n
Even worst than the nausea and vomiting was the horrible alternation between the sweats and the shivers. I would just about start to get warm and then I would be soaking the sheets. Then I’d fling off the sheets and I would just about start to cool off and I would get clammy and start shivering. It felt like whatever it was would take any opportunity that it could for a quick exit out of my body – up, down, out – whatever. I took a hot shower at 3:30 am trying to feel better, and very nearly passed out.<\/p>\n
The back of my throat was burning. Any attempt at even a sip of water was punished severely. <\/p>\n
Finally, a few sips of ice-cold coke stayed down (it has very nice anti-nausea qualities if you stir out the carbonation). Oh, that felt like heaven. A few hours later, some diluted Gatorade. By last night, I was woozy and weak, but not sweating or shivering. It’s mostly done, at least now I can regulate my body temperature. Today, my neck hurts and I still have that light free-floating nausea but I think I’ll be ok. <\/p>\n
I was really wondering if I should get medical help, but I hardly ever bother with that anymore. By the time all the driving and waiting is done, it’s not worth the basic advice and possible diagnosis\/remedy; I would have been better off staying home. This time, it would really have been too much to even try to see my doctor. <\/p>\n
Whatever it is seems to be on the tail end (double entendre alert) of resolving itself.<\/p>\n
(W)retched.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I spent much of the last thirty hours or so in a state of utter wretchedness. And retching. And intensified misery thinking of W. And retching. And wretched. I don’t know whether it was food poisoning, or a virus, or what. Even worst than the nausea and vomiting was the horrible alternation between the sweats and the shivers. I would just about start to get warm and then I would be soaking the sheets. Then I’d fling off the sheets…<\/p>\n