Feeling lousy

I don’t know what I got, but JAYsus have I got it.  Monday afternoon my lower GI tract started doing things it shouldn’t and by Monday night I had a full-power, completely liquid case of diarrhea going.  No vomiting, just continuing to run for the pot and staying there a while once I arrived, every hour or thereabout.  This went on until after three AM Tuesday, and I was so exhausted when the alarm rang at 5:30 there was NO WAY I was getting to work.  I called in.  (Thank whatever gods be that this whole week is officially Corporate Holidays at the Empire, so I can use floating personal holiday hours to cover the outage instead of having to take unpaid leave.)  Apparently Monday night cleared me out enough that after staying in bed most of Tuesday, I was able to work a full day on Wednesday, although I felt chilly and achy (no fever, though, which suggests that whatever this thing is might be viral and not bacterial).

However, last night my gut was just as unhappy as ever, and for variety added in reflux (I never have reflux these days, but apparently the Prevacid isn’t touching it), and belching that tastes of very old addled eggs.  Hydrogen sulfide is never going to catch on as a dietary additive, believe me.  A maybeso ill-advised decision at two-something AM to try bicarb-and-water for the reflux led to several minutes of dreadful pain as the bolus of CO2 gas distended my entire upper GI tract, followed by explosive exit of the gas plus whatever scraps of food were still in my stomach (oddly enough, I felt better after getting rid of the food).

I’m home again today—slept late after calling in again, and have eaten and drunk very, very little since Wednesday noon (and wasn’t much then).  I’m gonna have to start pushing on liquids though, ’cos I’m seriously dehydrated.  When I stepped on the bathroom scale Sunday night it said 249.  This morning it said 239.  Losing ten pounds in four days isn’t good karma, boys and girls.  My GP’s booked too solidly to see me today, so I took an appointment for 8:15 AM tomorrow as the earliest he had.

Oh—and just to make yesterday that little bit more pleasant, somebody burned up a bag of nuker-popcorn at mid-afternoon and set off the fire alarm, so we all had to go stand outdoors for half an hour.  Thank the gods (again) that the weather was clear and bright with temps in the seventies.