Saturday 3 February 2018

Three Pound Stomach Bug and Dr House

\The other day someone mentioned the name of a little French restaurant on Southside, and am instantly flashed to me barfing lobster bisque onto our driveway after dinner there two Februarys ago. It wasn't the food that made me sick (or the wine); it was a stomach virus my daughter brought home at school. And it happened to hit just like we arrived home that night.

Recalling the horror of it all made myself ponder how much time it got been since I'd organised a stomach bug. Two years exactly. "Huh, " I think. "I wonder if I can live a good long life without ever having one again? I wager I can do it. inch
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That very evening after my hubby clicked off the special post-Super Pan episode of House, I actually had trouble falling asleep. bathmate before and after Something just wasn't right. I tossed around like flipper in search of a magical portal to a peaceful, sleepy place. Images of Dr . Homes diagnosis and those visual shots they show of what's happening inside the body flickered as I squirmed, and my mind swelled with drama. I felt hot and sick.

Might be I had the same thing the woman House treated had. I don't keep in mind what it was called, but House was the only one who could save her. Where would I actually find a real-life Dr . House to fix myself? I really hope he'd be better in my experience than the TELEVISION Dr. House. "I avoid feel good! " I blurted out loud. "I'm sorry, Honey. Please be still, " whispered my husband.

Three hours later, I was yanked from my covers and pulled into the bathroom by an invisible beast. Exactly what happened next is merely way too revolting to talk about. But I will say there were two sides to the storyline, if you catch my drift. It was bad. Real bad.

When round-one was over-I knew there would be more-I held the counter for balance and squinted in to the reflect at my lifeless manifestation. My skin was the color and texture of iceberg lettuce. I easily wiped away my sweat mustache, splashed water on my face and turned to head back to bed. As I reached upwards a cold clam-hand to turn out the light, I actually spotted the digital weighing machines on the floor underneath the towel rack. I couldn't stop myself, We had to do it. I possibly could barely stand, but I had formed to. One point five pounds lighter than today. So cool, We weakly glowed as I harmoniously questioned my sanity and cringed at my vanity. Dr. House would not be amused.

I actually slept for two more hours ahead of the next vomit/ria fest, and then again for an hour, until I hit the dreaded every-thirty-minutes mark. That's when I ceased trying to swing a deal with God and started begging for a cold and cozy grave. At some point, I actually managed to jerk down a towel for a blanket before slipping unconscious.

Almost violently, I burst open into a dream where I was making out with Dr. House. He had coffee breath and tense lips. He appeared frustrated and never at all into it. But, for some reason, I totally was. In the same way he managed to drive me off him with his cane, and We was suggesting we backpack to Prague, my eyes thrown open.

I was soaked in sweat and drooling onto the shag bathmat. About twenty minutes later, I had labored my way to my ft and peeled the bathmat from my body. Then, with way more effort than should be medically allowed in my state, I actually stepped on the weighing scales, for the fourth or fifth time. I carefully resisted the primal instinct to brace myself. Holding on to something would affect the scales' reading.

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