I had food poisoning yesterday and was sicker than I had ever been. I had to go to the emergency room (after calling and crying to friends between barf attacks-- thank you, little light, for rushing me to the hospital and being so patient with me through the whole ordeal, I owe you dinner) and felt ridiculous in the waiting room looking disheveled and miserable, wearing SHORTS, and carrying around a gigantic barf bucket while talking to a freshman dormie who I haven't seen since freshman year and I guess is now an EMT. They stuck me with an IV after a few times trying to find my dissapearing veins and gave me some anti-nausea medicine that burned and made me fall instantly asleep. I liked the ER doctor, who wrote me a prescription and told me if I wasn't feeling so nauseous that I wouldn't be very happy to use the suppository, then I probably didn't need the medicine. When he found out what I do for a living asked me if I heard of the case from a few years ago where a large snake almost ate a baby. I was duly entertained.
I am still feeling kinda weak, but much much better. I tried my first non-bread solid food and it didn't go well, so I am back in bed, very glad that I have an entire season of "Buffy" to watch.
That is my three-day Veteran's Day weekend. Boo.
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