Weekend of Uncontrollable Puking, Diaorrhea and Fart Stains
If i talk about this in too much detail, I'll gross you out and embarrass myself. But if i don't, you won't understand how terrible i felt over the weekend. I'll try my best to keep a balance.
Saturday night- I fry beef in a pan with olive oil, the expiry date on the beef said: BEST BEFORE 27th April 2006. Saturday was 20th May 2006. I then placed the remainder of a pack of pre-packed Greek salad from Woolies on a plate. Earlier that day, i had half of the salad for lunch. So this other half basically was the left over half. After the beef was cooked, i put it on my plate on top of the veggies and started eating my dinner.
Sunday morning, 8am- I was awoken by what i thought were stomach cramps as it is that time of the month and i was waiting for my "hibernation period". I tried to go back to sleep but what i could sneak in between only lasted 15-20 minutes a time so i basically couldn't go back to sleep. I then decided to release my morning waste of uric acids and water, thinking that maybe that was the problem (I'd been holding IT in too long---MAYBE). Anyways, that didn't work and during the short walk back to my room, i felt the normal symptoms of an arriving "hibernation period"--- slight dizziness, bright spots everywhere and weak knees. This doesn't happen to me often, mostly 3 or 4 out of the 12 "hibernation periods" i get in a year. So i knew what was coming, or at least i thought i knew. I got back into bed thinking that i'd sleep it off and wait for "it" to come. But once again, i couldn't, and this time the cramps or what i thought were cramps, got worse. I dragged myself out of bed again and this time searched through my medicine drawer(which my mom prepared for me before she left, Thanks Mom!!) to find the pills that would rectify the problem. I took one and waited while laying on my bed. The pain got worse and the intervals between them shorter. I decided that "sleeping it off" was not the solution, so i got up for real this time and started on a bowl of cereal while watching tv. I thought that maybe it was gastric, even though in the back of my mind i knew something was going on. Still, after some thought, i decided it would be "safer" if i put on the "gear" for my soon-to-come "hibernation period". Then, I started on my Math homework that i needed to catch up on-- some stats and a lot of probability. But the pain was too distracting, I could see more and more bright spots and more pain in my stomach. I suddenly felt the urge to "drop bombs".
I took my toilet seat into the toilet (yes, i have my own separate toilet seat for hygiene reasons) and started to "release". The first few were "bombs" but soon turned to "melted-metal" as my "bombing period" progressed. "Gosh!" i thought. DANG! I have diaorrhea... Crap... After my "session", i headed back to my room and once again looked through my medicine drawer for Immodium tablets to cure my diaorrhea. I took 2 as instructed and waited. Nah... didn't work. A few math questions later, i had to "bomb" again... but this time, close to nothing came out, only a bit did and i assumed it was the effect of Immodium, only that maybe this diaorrhea was "stronger" and more serious than usual diaorrhea. So I thought I'd just let it pass and all the while wait for it while doing Math.
At about 1pm, i felt like vomiting. Again i took Eucalyptus oil out of my medicine drawer and started inhaling, for some reason, this made it worse. I headed for the toilet as i felt more saliva creeping up my throat and gathering in my mouth cavity, I leaned over the sink and as soon as i did, puke gushed from my mouth and some from my nose. Terrible feeling. This was so much more worse compared to Gold Coast. That one, I couldn't feel, i was puking "effortlessly", this one hurt. And it's definitely not a good sensation when you can feel stuff coming from your intestines to your mouth. As i was puking, i thought of calling out for Djenta, I was sure she'd help, but i looked like shit and i wouldn't want her to watch me puke. And i couldn't call out anyways, i was puking uncontrollably. As the regurgitation got stronger, I could feel myself losing control of my arsehole and hence... need i say more? Thank God i put on "hibernation equipment" earlier. It would hold. I hoped.
Looking at all the stuff i puked out, i could tell that it was last night's dinner. I could see cubes of feta cheese that came with the pack of salad, they were whole and obviously weren't digested. Lotsa semi-digested veggies but strangely no beef or cereal. Hmm... I thought to myself as i cleared my nose of puke particles to avoid suffocating from my own vomit (which would be a lame way to die), what could have caused this... this... food poisoning? Gross... but what did i eat? Seemed to me like the salad was the problem. Argh... Shairah's fault. She was the one who insisted that i buy the prepacked salads when i wanted to buy fresh ones and make my own salad. But i don't blame her, she had a point- it'd save time. Anyways, I rinsed the sink to clean it and went back to do my math. At about 3pm i felt hungry because my vomiting emptied my stomach, i went to the kitchen and started to prepare rice for porridge, but Djenta was there and she offered her rice (they were having late lunch at the time). So gratefully, i took some after explaining my situation.
I felt better after puking but my mind was still questioning what action i should take. I had no vomit-stopping pills only diaorrhea-stopping ones. THIS IS BAD. I called my mom with my GPS international calling card for her advice on what action should be taken. Haha... And i also felt like telling someone about my sad sad situation. Gosh... I was supposed to be productive that weekend, finish up math and start revision. But this had to happen. My mom told me to drink more water, calmed my nerves and told me i could have maggi for dinner. "But there's oil in that!" i said, she told me there was only a bit and that i should be fine now after I'd done all that. "ok then, thanks mom!"
That night i cooked maggi and had dinner in front of the telly. But at 10.30pm, ahh... behold the puking. This was more serious than i thougt. The undigested maggi noodles clogged the sink and I didn't know what to do so this time i knocked on Djenta's door. "Sorry, I vomited again," i said. "Oh" was her reply. Then she disappeared somewhere as i was clearing my throat of remaining vomit particles. She returned with a mini plunger. I exited and headed for the kitchen to spit some more. When i returned to the toilet sink, it was unclogged and Djenta said to me, "Yeah, use this." She left the plunger on a rail and left without asking me things like "Are you okay?" or "If you need anything just knock" or "I have some medicine if you want"---no emotional or mental support whatsoever, she disappeared behind her room door. WOW!!! WHAT A GREAT HELP!!! NOT!!! God, why are some people so... what's the word?... OH, right, heartless. And to think they actually told my parents before they left that "I was their family now", family my soft-shit-excreting-ass I am!!! Freaking liars. Did i tell you they lied about the rent as well? Turns out the total rent is $170 and not $185. And on Saturday night, at about 11pm, i went to the toilet to brush my teeth and guess what was waiting for me at the sink? A PANTYLINER!!! A 50+ year old lady's pantyliner. How gross is that? I wasn't even sure i should take in breaths after i spit out my toothpaste cos my face was so close to the sink when i was rinsing. Gosh!!! Dispose of products that have direct contact with your genitals please!!! GROSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyways, seemed like the virus or whatever crap was still in me. Dang... Without eating anything else, I slept early- 11pm. With high hopes that I would be better the next day.
Monday morning, had a good rest, woke up as usual, got ready to go to school regardless of my uncomfortable stomach. Had plain soft rice for breakfast as i didn't want to disturb my fragile stomach. I attended classes as usual but with less energy and enthusiasm. Kannan told everyone about my situation after i called him on Sunday asking him about Math as well as telling him i had food poisoning. So everyone politely asked me how i was and stuff. In summary, by the end of Monday, I still had an upset stomach, still needed toilet breaks for you-know-what and went to see the school doctor. She had felt my stomach when i lay on the examining table and all she said was, "Gassy." She prescribed some kind of medication that i needed to get at a pharmacist and advised me to only consume plain crackers and plain toast. I didn't get the medication because i had to prepare OHTransparencies for my Comm1 summative research seminar the next day. Sue helped me buy crackers and bread while she was in the city, thanks to her i didn't have to eat plain rice for too long. Alan offered to bring over "Bo Zai Yin" (chinese or japanese diaorrhea and vomit medicine) that night. I figured "why not?" If that didn't work then I'd go get the prescribed medication.
That night, Alan and Kannan came over with the medication, i was grateful. They hung out a while, we talked and watched tv. Friends here are your family and they are the ones that you depend on for help or support. I'm grateful for the friends I've made. At least I know I'm hanging out with the right group who happen to be good people.
So today's Wednesday and I'm feeling much better. I only had plain crackers and plain toast yesterday. This morning I was starving (at least i thought i was, cos all these signals my stomach's sending me are really mixed) and so i had Nutella with 2 pieces of bread, Teh-O (Lipton tea without milk or sugar---according to Kannan this helps). And just now at the canteen I had a small serve of fries. Then i felt weird again, my stomach i mean. So i think I'll be taking it slow with oily food or dairy products. But the thing is that with all these mixed feelings in my stomach, I don't know if I'm hungry or if I'm having gastric or if I still have indigestion. So we'll just have to see. Will keep you guys posted. Hope that I haven't put anyone off with the gross and detailed explanations of crap. Oh yeah, forgot something, the "Bo Zai Yin" made me fart a lot. And when i say a lot i mean A LOT. Plus they're loud and stink like hell!!! Haha... enjoy your next meal with all these in mind. I'm sure you will. Hehehe...
Thanks for reading and thanks for caring!!!
Saturday night- I fry beef in a pan with olive oil, the expiry date on the beef said: BEST BEFORE 27th April 2006. Saturday was 20th May 2006. I then placed the remainder of a pack of pre-packed Greek salad from Woolies on a plate. Earlier that day, i had half of the salad for lunch. So this other half basically was the left over half. After the beef was cooked, i put it on my plate on top of the veggies and started eating my dinner.
Sunday morning, 8am- I was awoken by what i thought were stomach cramps as it is that time of the month and i was waiting for my "hibernation period". I tried to go back to sleep but what i could sneak in between only lasted 15-20 minutes a time so i basically couldn't go back to sleep. I then decided to release my morning waste of uric acids and water, thinking that maybe that was the problem (I'd been holding IT in too long---MAYBE). Anyways, that didn't work and during the short walk back to my room, i felt the normal symptoms of an arriving "hibernation period"--- slight dizziness, bright spots everywhere and weak knees. This doesn't happen to me often, mostly 3 or 4 out of the 12 "hibernation periods" i get in a year. So i knew what was coming, or at least i thought i knew. I got back into bed thinking that i'd sleep it off and wait for "it" to come. But once again, i couldn't, and this time the cramps or what i thought were cramps, got worse. I dragged myself out of bed again and this time searched through my medicine drawer(which my mom prepared for me before she left, Thanks Mom!!) to find the pills that would rectify the problem. I took one and waited while laying on my bed. The pain got worse and the intervals between them shorter. I decided that "sleeping it off" was not the solution, so i got up for real this time and started on a bowl of cereal while watching tv. I thought that maybe it was gastric, even though in the back of my mind i knew something was going on. Still, after some thought, i decided it would be "safer" if i put on the "gear" for my soon-to-come "hibernation period". Then, I started on my Math homework that i needed to catch up on-- some stats and a lot of probability. But the pain was too distracting, I could see more and more bright spots and more pain in my stomach. I suddenly felt the urge to "drop bombs".
I took my toilet seat into the toilet (yes, i have my own separate toilet seat for hygiene reasons) and started to "release". The first few were "bombs" but soon turned to "melted-metal" as my "bombing period" progressed. "Gosh!" i thought. DANG! I have diaorrhea... Crap... After my "session", i headed back to my room and once again looked through my medicine drawer for Immodium tablets to cure my diaorrhea. I took 2 as instructed and waited. Nah... didn't work. A few math questions later, i had to "bomb" again... but this time, close to nothing came out, only a bit did and i assumed it was the effect of Immodium, only that maybe this diaorrhea was "stronger" and more serious than usual diaorrhea. So I thought I'd just let it pass and all the while wait for it while doing Math.
At about 1pm, i felt like vomiting. Again i took Eucalyptus oil out of my medicine drawer and started inhaling, for some reason, this made it worse. I headed for the toilet as i felt more saliva creeping up my throat and gathering in my mouth cavity, I leaned over the sink and as soon as i did, puke gushed from my mouth and some from my nose. Terrible feeling. This was so much more worse compared to Gold Coast. That one, I couldn't feel, i was puking "effortlessly", this one hurt. And it's definitely not a good sensation when you can feel stuff coming from your intestines to your mouth. As i was puking, i thought of calling out for Djenta, I was sure she'd help, but i looked like shit and i wouldn't want her to watch me puke. And i couldn't call out anyways, i was puking uncontrollably. As the regurgitation got stronger, I could feel myself losing control of my arsehole and hence... need i say more? Thank God i put on "hibernation equipment" earlier. It would hold. I hoped.
Looking at all the stuff i puked out, i could tell that it was last night's dinner. I could see cubes of feta cheese that came with the pack of salad, they were whole and obviously weren't digested. Lotsa semi-digested veggies but strangely no beef or cereal. Hmm... I thought to myself as i cleared my nose of puke particles to avoid suffocating from my own vomit (which would be a lame way to die), what could have caused this... this... food poisoning? Gross... but what did i eat? Seemed to me like the salad was the problem. Argh... Shairah's fault. She was the one who insisted that i buy the prepacked salads when i wanted to buy fresh ones and make my own salad. But i don't blame her, she had a point- it'd save time. Anyways, I rinsed the sink to clean it and went back to do my math. At about 3pm i felt hungry because my vomiting emptied my stomach, i went to the kitchen and started to prepare rice for porridge, but Djenta was there and she offered her rice (they were having late lunch at the time). So gratefully, i took some after explaining my situation.
I felt better after puking but my mind was still questioning what action i should take. I had no vomit-stopping pills only diaorrhea-stopping ones. THIS IS BAD. I called my mom with my GPS international calling card for her advice on what action should be taken. Haha... And i also felt like telling someone about my sad sad situation. Gosh... I was supposed to be productive that weekend, finish up math and start revision. But this had to happen. My mom told me to drink more water, calmed my nerves and told me i could have maggi for dinner. "But there's oil in that!" i said, she told me there was only a bit and that i should be fine now after I'd done all that. "ok then, thanks mom!"
That night i cooked maggi and had dinner in front of the telly. But at 10.30pm, ahh... behold the puking. This was more serious than i thougt. The undigested maggi noodles clogged the sink and I didn't know what to do so this time i knocked on Djenta's door. "Sorry, I vomited again," i said. "Oh" was her reply. Then she disappeared somewhere as i was clearing my throat of remaining vomit particles. She returned with a mini plunger. I exited and headed for the kitchen to spit some more. When i returned to the toilet sink, it was unclogged and Djenta said to me, "Yeah, use this." She left the plunger on a rail and left without asking me things like "Are you okay?" or "If you need anything just knock" or "I have some medicine if you want"---no emotional or mental support whatsoever, she disappeared behind her room door. WOW!!! WHAT A GREAT HELP!!! NOT!!! God, why are some people so... what's the word?... OH, right, heartless. And to think they actually told my parents before they left that "I was their family now", family my soft-shit-excreting-ass I am!!! Freaking liars. Did i tell you they lied about the rent as well? Turns out the total rent is $170 and not $185. And on Saturday night, at about 11pm, i went to the toilet to brush my teeth and guess what was waiting for me at the sink? A PANTYLINER!!! A 50+ year old lady's pantyliner. How gross is that? I wasn't even sure i should take in breaths after i spit out my toothpaste cos my face was so close to the sink when i was rinsing. Gosh!!! Dispose of products that have direct contact with your genitals please!!! GROSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyways, seemed like the virus or whatever crap was still in me. Dang... Without eating anything else, I slept early- 11pm. With high hopes that I would be better the next day.
Monday morning, had a good rest, woke up as usual, got ready to go to school regardless of my uncomfortable stomach. Had plain soft rice for breakfast as i didn't want to disturb my fragile stomach. I attended classes as usual but with less energy and enthusiasm. Kannan told everyone about my situation after i called him on Sunday asking him about Math as well as telling him i had food poisoning. So everyone politely asked me how i was and stuff. In summary, by the end of Monday, I still had an upset stomach, still needed toilet breaks for you-know-what and went to see the school doctor. She had felt my stomach when i lay on the examining table and all she said was, "Gassy." She prescribed some kind of medication that i needed to get at a pharmacist and advised me to only consume plain crackers and plain toast. I didn't get the medication because i had to prepare OHTransparencies for my Comm1 summative research seminar the next day. Sue helped me buy crackers and bread while she was in the city, thanks to her i didn't have to eat plain rice for too long. Alan offered to bring over "Bo Zai Yin" (chinese or japanese diaorrhea and vomit medicine) that night. I figured "why not?" If that didn't work then I'd go get the prescribed medication.
That night, Alan and Kannan came over with the medication, i was grateful. They hung out a while, we talked and watched tv. Friends here are your family and they are the ones that you depend on for help or support. I'm grateful for the friends I've made. At least I know I'm hanging out with the right group who happen to be good people.
So today's Wednesday and I'm feeling much better. I only had plain crackers and plain toast yesterday. This morning I was starving (at least i thought i was, cos all these signals my stomach's sending me are really mixed) and so i had Nutella with 2 pieces of bread, Teh-O (Lipton tea without milk or sugar---according to Kannan this helps). And just now at the canteen I had a small serve of fries. Then i felt weird again, my stomach i mean. So i think I'll be taking it slow with oily food or dairy products. But the thing is that with all these mixed feelings in my stomach, I don't know if I'm hungry or if I'm having gastric or if I still have indigestion. So we'll just have to see. Will keep you guys posted. Hope that I haven't put anyone off with the gross and detailed explanations of crap. Oh yeah, forgot something, the "Bo Zai Yin" made me fart a lot. And when i say a lot i mean A LOT. Plus they're loud and stink like hell!!! Haha... enjoy your next meal with all these in mind. I'm sure you will. Hehehe...
Thanks for reading and thanks for caring!!!
posted by My life in Brisbane, if you care... at 5/24/2006 04:27:00 PM
6 Comments:
Most obnoxious post eva, can't believe you posted something like this... issit a way of attracting readers? LMAO!! That's what everyone says to ur parents before they leave " he/she is our family now" BS! and great con artist too. And... never eat expired food. Even though is a waste, but ur better off saving heaps of time than being sick and eating medicine. If you like to live a riskly life, by all means, eat expired food! LOL!
hey man u feelin better now? sorry to hear about that but just for consolation, this is THE big round of "detoxification" u get as a result of adopting a new eating lifestlye, i guess. Ur stomach's gonna be bulletproof after this. So, watch urself there ok? Ah, maggi has oil???
Yeah thanks Morgz, btw, what's LMAO? wait, were you trying to call me LAMO? as in Lame-o? Hahaha. Yeah, better now. Maggi has a bit of oil, yeah, the packet of "hao you" or something. And the other packet of flavouring. Know what i mean? yeah, so oil... Anyways, learnt my lesson the hard way. Didn't want to be wasteful that's all. :)
swt.....cud hv gone in2 more detail =P...btw check out mah poetry skills man!!!~
LMAO= Laugh my arse off... =)
Err... Gees, you guys are soooooooooooooo "supportive". It was a mistake ok? People make silly mistakes sometimes. Shit happens. Like real SHIT. Hahaha...
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