Apr 9th 2011, 3:16:56
Yeah, what an amazing day here in North Florida as well. Except I was stuck inside for most of today on the back side of a particularly nasty stomach virus infection, or something.
Wednesday, I ate lunch at work, and it went downhill from there. Nausea for the rest of the workday, then puked twice on my way to my car. Drove home, puked 3 more times, and followed it up with the hottest diarrhea the world will ever know. Couldn't sleep because people don't have the good sense of not calling my phone while I'm trying to sleep in between human-toilet interfacings. Oh, and my next-door neighbor decided that then would be the best time to use a buzz saw to cut through strips of tin to put on his back porch. I tried some Pepto Bismol and followed that down with some water. Puked that up about 20 minutes later.
Thursday, ahhh, another perfect day. Oh, except I was unable to eat anything (or drink anything) because of my current condition. At least I got a day off work. Drinking orange gatorade only turned my urine from clear to orange, but at least I wasn't throwing up anymore. I probably could have just peed in a bottle, put it in the refrigerator, and drank it again an hour later to save myself the trouble of opening another bottle. My rectal cavity must have learned its lesson too. I gingerly drank some rice in hot chicken broth, which was probably a bit too salty, but I didn't throw that up either.
Friday (today), I got up at around 9 am, called in sick again, and tried to walk into the kitchen for some more rice in chicken broth. My legs felt like they were on fire, and my esophagus felt like it had been raped from below. I drank some more rice in broth, and shuffled into the living room to watch some TV. The sun coming through the curtains was way too bright, so I went back to bed for another couple hours. Oh, wait, I couldn't sleep, because my neighbor was just finishing up his porch, and those tin slabs won't cut themselves. So, I put on my shoes, realized I hadn't yet wiped the puke off of them from Wednesday, wiped it off with a wet washcloth, put on some sunglasses, and walked over to my neighbor, who was just screwing in the last tin slab for his back porch roof. And suddenly, I'm hungry. Not just the normal kind of hungry, but the kind of hungry that will make you eat anything. My dad had gotten up by the time I got back, so he grilled some burgers (marinated in Dale's sauce), and I ate almost an entire burger without breaking a sweat. Interesting.
Anyways, the rest of today was quite uneventful. My stepmom came home with another virus--the kind that tries to sneak in through the nasal passageways and screw you over that way. Those things have a long hang time too. I can confidently say that she didn't get it from me--I was too busy battling a totally different bug. All I needed to do now was keep myself from catching her problems. I felt pretty good about myself until I realized that I hadn't taken a proper dump since early Wednesday.
Ohh, you were talking about golf. My bad, I saw the word 'golf' and 'bucket', and kinda lapsed into semi-consciousness for a few minutes there.
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