Rumblings from below

Warning! This entry is rather graphic and not for the faint of heart, stomach or constitution.

There was a time I liked to eat.

Actually, that time was just a few days ago.

Nowadays, eating isn't something I've done much of these past few days.

Tuesday night, I couldn't sleep. I laid in bed, half-awake, half-asleep, listening to ping-pong sized bubbles tell me I've been poisoned and I needed to get up to get the medicine I needed to save my sorry ass.

Finally, after ignoring the balls until about 3 in the morning, I got up and got some Pepto...then proceeded to not only void my bowels but also puke, both through the mouth and the nose.

Figuring I got it all out of my system, I went to bed. Woke up around 6 that morning, and puked some more, with enough force to cover the whole sink. Thank goodness my new place has a disposal in the sink and a hose to clean up easier.

Since then, I've had a hard time keeping things in. Thankfully, it's not coming up anymore, but it comes out the bottom a lot.

Last night, I was sitting at the table with Julie, and it sounded like I was ready to explode. My body was making more rumblings than a volcano ready to explode.

I think she was afraid she was going to have to clean up the mess if I did blow up. Thankfully, she didn't have to...I waited until I got home before I exploded.

As I type this, it's dinner time. Julie has made pork chops for dinner, and they taste amazing. I just hope I can hold onto them for a little while...