I thought I had just developed lactose intolerane. I felt gassy at first, and kept leaving the room ready to explode. It didn't happen. The pain escalated, so I just went to bed.
I felt badly. RedSox was sick with a bad cold, and I couldn't take care of him. In fact, he ended up taking care of me.
Around midnight I got up and vomitted in an amazon box. I couldn't stop. Out came my burrito... it must have been the culprit.
I felt better, but not for long. Every hour I had to expel. It got so bad that RedSox wanted to take me to the ER. I refused. I'm one of those "doctors are the worst patients" types.
Anyways, I didn't go to the ER. I just drank as much water as I could and let my body get rid of the toxin. I continued to feel crappy, and so did RedSox.
But now we've officially seen each other at our worst... and it's ok.
Sunday, 2 March 2008
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