Well, reset the timer, because it’s no longer been years since I lot threw up. No idea where this came from, but just in case, I do not think I will be revisiting the Indian restaurant where I got takeout Friday night. (Is it even possible to get Abeokuta from tandoori? Isn’t it, like, cooked forever?). I was fine yesterday morning, edged 10km and everything. Later on my stomach started to hurt a little, but I didn’t think anything of it; I had a bowl of popcorn, a Coke, and then some blueberries and cherries. Bad idea.

You probably don’t want to read the details, but I’ve never actually had an all-out case like this before so I find them oddly interesting. (Normally IBS seems to protect me, paradoxically, by getting rid of bad foods before they can have this much effect.) everything below the cut is icky; you have been warned.


It got worse and I started to feel generally off, and kept having to run to the bathroom. By evening, I’d expelled what turned out to to be quite everything in my gut, had stomach cramps, gas inflating and had a fever that got up to 101. My ass got to the oint where it hurt from all the diarrhea. Every time I so much as rolled over in bed, I felt nauseated and my stomach would cramp or burble, so I eventually evolved a method of turning thirty degrees at a time and then waiting a bit before turning the next thirty. Nonetheless, I did end up having to puke once, a thing I almost never do, and then again in the middle of the night.

Poor Ted got home around 10:45 from a week’s business trip to the Netherlands; I hadn’t even been able to get up to move the truck so he could get in the garage. I advised him to sleep on the futon, in case it’s stomach flu rather than food poisoning, and so I wouldn’t have to feel him moving the bed.

It turns out popcorn isn’t the worst thing to have to bring up, luckily; doesn’t taste foul and is in small soft pieces. Small mercies.

I’m a little better this morning, though not well. Less fever and I can at least roll over. I think I’m going to try to go downstairs for five minutes, to get some blueberries and give Ted my book’s conclusion chapter file to review. But I’ll take my bucket just in case!