Yesterday Greg was improving, but still feeling too poorly to go join Elizabeth at Starfest, so he stayed home again while Jerry & I went and picked up his mom, who is visiting, in Lakewood. Then we got his brother Larry down in Aurora and grabbed tasty lunch at Star of India. Back to the house for a bit and then I was off to Jeff & Alice's for D&D.
I bailed a little early from D&D because I was starting to feel a bit... unwell. You may infer from the fact that I'm putting the rest of this post behind a cut that things did not improve from there.
It used to be that I could say that the last time I threw up was in college*. This is no longer true. I puked about six times last night, on three or four separate occasions. Felt better immediately afterwards each time, though it didn't last terribly long. The exciting part is that for about five minutes after the first two times, I couldn't see out of my left eye! It was like I'd had a very bright light shining in it. Keen.
Of course, while the stomach got all the drama, the other end of the gastrointestinal system didn't want to be left out and kept up the work a steady pace. I can't even count how many times I've been to the bathroom in the last 24 hours. I've been drinking plenty of fluids and don't think I'm in danger of dehydration, but man am I getting tired of the physical process of getting up and going into the bathroom. (Gross alert: you know it's bad when you get excited about the fact that you have gas and it's just gas!)
Felt considerably better this morning -- no more nausea, at least -- though I've still been very tired and dare not venture far from the bathroom. Managed to eat a banana, an odwalla smoothie and a yogurt for brunch and a bowl of soup for dinner. (I forgot to mention the part where I was apparently low on potassium, because I was also getting foot cramps. Nothing like having your feet cramp up while you're sitting on the bathroom floor leaning over the toilet, lemme tell ya.) Didn't sleep much last night, slept a lot today. Great, there goes my circadian rhythm.
Anyway, I'm still feeling kinda lousy but nevertheless am doing a whole lot better than I was. Dunno if it's what Greg had (since his would fit with being an intolerance reaction to a sugar substitute he tried on Thursday), but if it's not, I suspect food poisoning from the mango custard. I think I should be better after tomorrow. Thank good for ibuprofen and modern medicine. Biology is really stupid, sometimes.
*As for what happened in college: when I was at MIT, I threw up once at a party because I ate and then danced a lot and got overheated and my heart rate too elevated. But the far more memorable occasion was my freshman year at CU, when a food-borne virus took down something like a sixth of the undergraduate population. It was over a long weekend, and everyone in my dorm suite who was still there had it. It was horrible. I remember very distinctly thinking at one point in the midst of a serious bout of the dry heaves, "Maybe if I throw up hard enough, I'll bring up a major organ, and then I can just die. That would be great."