Bad Night

Call it a not-so-gentle reminder that all is not as well with me on the molecular level as it might be.

Picture it (or not, especially if you are reading this during breakfast, lunch or similar happy time). I had just slipped into freshly cleaned jammies, was snuggling into my cozy bed for some much welcomed sleep when the mid section of my body suddenly woke up. Without any prior warning (aside from a very delicate belch), I embarked on a program of projectile vomiting and diarrhea that would last from 11pm to 6am. Things would just settle down when they started up again in earnest with each episode being worst than the one before. Trust me when I say I have renewed respect for any parent who has experienced an exploding diaper or a very, very sick child with tummy issues. Without being too overly graphic, things got so bad at one point that I scrambled to fashion a pair of diapers from a green garbage bag so I could at least lie down between each eruption without causing any further damage to my newly renovated house. (Sadly, that new house smell is no more.) Suspect the root cause of my malady lay in a bag of potato chips - although it didn't smell or taste rancid and the best before date is long into the future - or something else I ate yesterday. Regardless, aside from the events that lead to my hospitalization in March, I cannot recall ever having such an experience. Today I plan to devote as much time as possible to laying in bed as it is still the most comfortable position at the moment. Hope to catch up on some of that missed sleep. Momzy will be pleased to know that I am taking every opportunity to drink plenty of water - amazing how quickly the body becomes dehydrated.

Let's hope the rest of the week is far less dramatic.