I’m sick.
I woke up Saturday morning with a disappointingly familiar scratch in my throat. I felt generally crappy all day, and woke up this morning feeling like someone had poured Velveeta cheese in my ears.
After I had been awake for a few hours, I started experiencing stabbing pains in my left kidney AND my stomach. At the same time. For about 20 minutes, I couldn’t lay down or sit up, it hurt too much. I couldn’t walk around; that hurt, too. All I could do was crouch on the bed and try to regain control over my breathing.
Ian deduced I was dehydrated, and after admitting I hadn’t drank any water Saturday, I was given a Nalgene bottle full. (The stabbing stomach pain was due to eating three super-acidic clementines on an empty stomach, something someone with chronic gastrointestinal issues should know better than to attempt.)
Ian procured the essentials—Gatorade, Saltines and Fruit RollUps—and I’m laid out on the couch back to feeling like I have a shitty cold again. My throat may be swollen and my eyes are on fire, but at least I don’t feel like someone is stabbing me in my essential organs anymore. Jesus. That sucked.
