Barfy barf barf

I woke up at 3:50 a.m. with an extreme headache and nausea.  I staggered to the bathroom to take my last Imitrex (thank goodness I still had one at home!) and fall back in bed with a cold wet sock draped across my eyes.  Periodically I got up to go dry heave some more until I really did barf for real.  The headache finally faded an hour and a half later and I got to sleep for a little bit more.

Work was ok, I felt fine until the last hour or two, when the pain and nausea started to come back.  I wasn’t very productive in general.  I felt a little better after I got home and ate some food (Dilly’s veggie supreme sandwich gift!) and took a shower and had my feet rubbed.  Then I went to hang out with friends even though really I just wanted to go to sleep, because I also wanted to see the friends.

At 9:50 I realized suddenly that I had to leave because I was going to throw up, so I drove myself home in the worst ten minutes of the past week, when I concentrated on not barfing.

I got home and went directly to the bathroom and threw up a whole lot.  I might not yet be done, so I don’t want  to take an Imitrex until I know it will stay down.  Barf barf.  Huzzah!

July 31, 2007. Words.