Good Samaritan.
Apr. 1st, 2016 08:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
angledgeToday was messy.
For the second time in about two weeks, I was assailed with extremely horrible nausea, like food poisoning. I stopped for lunch on the way home around 1 PM & by 1:15 PM, I had to pull over & vomit violently all over the street in a lovely Denver neighborhood. After I had completely purged my stomach, I thought the worst was over, so I drove to a cell phone repair shop I had been heading to so I could make arrangements to have my phone repaired (New phone, broke the screen already. My life.). That took about 15 minutes, & as I was heading back to my truck, I got hit by another wave of nausea, much stronger. I was doubled over along the side of this shitty little strip mall near Mile High Stadium, retching uncontrollably, with tears & snot running down my face.
And this guy walks over to me from the nearby bus stop with two bottles of water. "Hey, are you OK?" I mumbled something. He cracked open one bottle of water & handed it to me, saying, "Little sips, remember to breathe." I sipped some water & promptly threw it back up. He patted my shoulder & said, "Let's wash your face off. I'll pour, you wash." He poured a very small stream of water onto my shaking hands & I feebly swiped at my face. "Wipe your nose, chica. There you go. Get your hair, there." After I was at least a little bit cleaner, he said, "Now - where are you going?"
I explained that my truck was parked right there & that I was going to try to drive home. He asked me if there was anyone there to take care of me & looked dubious when I said there wasn't (hotpantsgalore & weedweasel went skiing at Vail today). But he walked me back to my truck & said, "I hope you feel better soon." I thanked him, semi-conherently, & drove home. It was close - I threw up again in my front yard & then slept (passed out?) in the backyard for some amount of time. I have since eaten a little bit of soup & even that's not feeling so great. I also managed to shower. Right now, I'm sucking on crushed ice & cuddling with Shadeaux. Dog cuddles are helping as much as anything else.
There are good people in the world. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
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I'm a little concerned that I have had two MAJOR bouts of vomiting in two weeks. I have a couple of thoughts as to what might be causing it. My crew washed my truck today - inside & out - & the last time I got sick was the first day I had the truck, & I know they washed it before I got it. I wonder if something in their cleaning supplies is making me sick. Another possibility is the container of mixed nuts I bought & put in my office for snacking. I was munching on them this morning, & I think I've only broken into them one other day. But I'm not sure if that other day was the last time I got nauseated.
For the second time in about two weeks, I was assailed with extremely horrible nausea, like food poisoning. I stopped for lunch on the way home around 1 PM & by 1:15 PM, I had to pull over & vomit violently all over the street in a lovely Denver neighborhood. After I had completely purged my stomach, I thought the worst was over, so I drove to a cell phone repair shop I had been heading to so I could make arrangements to have my phone repaired (New phone, broke the screen already. My life.). That took about 15 minutes, & as I was heading back to my truck, I got hit by another wave of nausea, much stronger. I was doubled over along the side of this shitty little strip mall near Mile High Stadium, retching uncontrollably, with tears & snot running down my face.
And this guy walks over to me from the nearby bus stop with two bottles of water. "Hey, are you OK?" I mumbled something. He cracked open one bottle of water & handed it to me, saying, "Little sips, remember to breathe." I sipped some water & promptly threw it back up. He patted my shoulder & said, "Let's wash your face off. I'll pour, you wash." He poured a very small stream of water onto my shaking hands & I feebly swiped at my face. "Wipe your nose, chica. There you go. Get your hair, there." After I was at least a little bit cleaner, he said, "Now - where are you going?"
I explained that my truck was parked right there & that I was going to try to drive home. He asked me if there was anyone there to take care of me & looked dubious when I said there wasn't (
hotpantsgalore & weedweasel went skiing at Vail today). But he walked me back to my truck & said, "I hope you feel better soon." I thanked him, semi-conherently, & drove home. It was close - I threw up again in my front yard & then slept (passed out?) in the backyard for some amount of time. I have since eaten a little bit of soup & even that's not feeling so great. I also managed to shower. Right now, I'm sucking on crushed ice & cuddling with Shadeaux. Dog cuddles are helping as much as anything else.There are good people in the world. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
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I'm a little concerned that I have had two MAJOR bouts of vomiting in two weeks. I have a couple of thoughts as to what might be causing it. My crew washed my truck today - inside & out - & the last time I got sick was the first day I had the truck, & I know they washed it before I got it. I wonder if something in their cleaning supplies is making me sick. Another possibility is the container of mixed nuts I bought & put in my office for snacking. I was munching on them this morning, & I think I've only broken into them one other day. But I'm not sure if that other day was the last time I got nauseated.
