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Well, after all that, I have a new-found appreciation for days for which I can function relatively normally. After feeling no effects for the duration of the day after my ill-advised lunch, the problems only began in the evening when I found myself unable to ignore the iron fist that had penetrated my stomach and was slowly strangling it.

Unable to find a position in which it was comfortable to sleep, I took to moaning a lot and wandering through to the sofa and back, mostly going via the bathroom and giving a performance that would have placed me fairly high in the Distance, Intensity and Volume categories of the World Vomiting Championships. Doing that alleviated the pain for a few minutes, but it wasn't long before it came back again and the whole cycle restarted. I even tried getting out the Mebeverine that was prescribed to me in 2006 for horrible stomach issues, but nothing seemed to make much difference as I couldn't keep anything down for more than a few minutes.

At 3am I couldn't take it any more and asked Whitney for a doctor, and we looked up a medical advice line at the health centre I used to work above. The nurse on the other end listened to my pained attempts to explain the symptoms (and the likely reason for them) and suggested antacids and flat ginger ale. So Whitney found me some absolutely revolting fruit flavoured Tums and conveniently flat Sprite, which calmed things down for a while before I got up again to throw them up, then went back to bed with the pain still raging, and suddenly - finally - found myself waking up at 10am with the truly unusual feeling of not being in intense agony.

Whitney kept me lying down on the sofa that day, eating the saddest meals in the world (dry crackers, toast which I sneaked butter on to, and plain white rice) accompanied by ginger ale. A duller version of the pain came and went throughout the day, only to come back again with a remarkable sense of timing just as I was trying to get to sleep, so I went back through to the sofa where I could toss and turn without disturbing anyone else's sleep. That night was nowhere near as bad as the first even though I had to just learn to ignore the signals coming from my stomach (which were something rather like "I'm being chainsawed up from the inside"), and though I still feel fragile, I think I might yet live to fight another day.

So, my advice to everyone from all this is... don't eat four day old raw fish, even if it's been in the fridge. But you probably already knew that, because unlike me you're not a flaming moron.

Date: 2009-06-13 04:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] e-to-the-ipi.livejournal.com
Ouch: glad to hear of the improvement.

I'm glad that despite all my stupid injuries and questionable dietary decisions, I've not given myself food poisioning.

This week, however, I discovered that you really, really don't want to have to get stitches in the pad of your thumb. Lots of nerve endings. Local Anasthesia doesn't seem to make THAT much difference. And getting the local anasthetic injected into your thumb is quite bad too...

Miss the NHS yet?

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