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aeliel and jilavre ate exactly the same food that I did yesterday, and neither of them is sick (thank gods... I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemies). Whatever hit me last night, I feel like I was run over by a busload of Commonwealth Games weightlifters.
I walked home without any problems, but my body started an earnest attempt to rip itself in half soon after I got inside. I've been more violently ill than I have in years... my sense of balance fled and I didn't have enough co-ordination to hold onto a glass of water. Every muscle in my back knotted up, shaking hard enough to make it impossible to stand up. At about 5am,aeliel found me on the floor downstairs having trouble figuring out which way was up.
Needless to say, I didn't get much sleep. Assuming that it was brought on by food, I was paranoid that other people would be in the same shape I was, but without people looking after them. When I was lucid enough, I checked thataeliel was sleeping soundly, and called jilavre to make sure she was okay. All evidence is pointing to something else right now, so I have no idea what hit me.
I got a couple of hours' sleep after 9am, waking up when the painkillers stopped pacifying my back. Today I'm nesting on the couch with a glass of juice and a laptop, wondering what the hell happened. I'm vastly better than I was, but I don't feel in any shape to leave the house. I'm concentrating on keeping down some electrolytes (thankyou Hannah... you give good advice to irrational sick people), fluids and a bit of sugar. Fortunately, the next class I have to be on campus for runs on Wednesday afternoon. If I haven't recovered by then, I might as well be dead.
aeliel and jilavre ate exactly the same food that I did yesterday, and neither of them is sick (thank gods... I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemies). Whatever hit me last night, I feel like I was run over by a busload of Commonwealth Games weightlifters.I walked home without any problems, but my body started an earnest attempt to rip itself in half soon after I got inside. I've been more violently ill than I have in years... my sense of balance fled and I didn't have enough co-ordination to hold onto a glass of water. Every muscle in my back knotted up, shaking hard enough to make it impossible to stand up. At about 5am,
aeliel found me on the floor downstairs having trouble figuring out which way was up.Needless to say, I didn't get much sleep. Assuming that it was brought on by food, I was paranoid that other people would be in the same shape I was, but without people looking after them. When I was lucid enough, I checked that
aeliel was sleeping soundly, and called jilavre to make sure she was okay. All evidence is pointing to something else right now, so I have no idea what hit me.I got a couple of hours' sleep after 9am, waking up when the painkillers stopped pacifying my back. Today I'm nesting on the couch with a glass of juice and a laptop, wondering what the hell happened. I'm vastly better than I was, but I don't feel in any shape to leave the house. I'm concentrating on keeping down some electrolytes (thankyou Hannah... you give good advice to irrational sick people), fluids and a bit of sugar. Fortunately, the next class I have to be on campus for runs on Wednesday afternoon. If I haven't recovered by then, I might as well be dead.
