scrawls.

scrawls

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17.8.08

salmonella saga

Monday i was too sick to feel like anything. I have no recollection of it.

Tuesday i felt like the walking dead. Except that i was not walking, only to the doctor around the corner and the pharmacist on the next block and then straight back home again. The doctor was nicer this time - i think he had done some more recent research - and said i didn't have to stop breastfeeding, and prescribed me Imodium and charcoal tablets.

Wednesday i felt like the Angry Pink River of Eastern European Angriness from Ghostbusters II was my gastrointestinal tract. And it was angry. And i was still not particularly walking, or doing anything else. But i had a cracker and some apple juice. Charcoal tablets are big fat horse pills and hard to swallow.

Thursday i felt like that time Coach swallowed the tequila worm with one eye. Also ate some rice.

Friday i felt like that moment just before the Alien pops out of Secondary Character's belly. I think i had some soup.

Saturday i just felt awful but had a quesadilla. (Here in Vienna, quesadillas consist of plastic-packaged wheat tortillas, which are the only ones easily found, since i haven't tried making my own tortillas yet, and gouda cheese, which is the closest thing to anything.)

Sunday, today, i feel almost like a person with an upset tummy. See how every day is just a little bit better than the day before? This is a discouragingly slow recovery.

Labels: health

scrawled @ 07:48