I did...
I woke up around 3:40 AM feeling pressure in my lower intestinal track. I thought I had to poop. I moseyed downstairs, loitered into the bathroom, groggily sat on the toilet, and waited for my duty to be released. Instead, I became lightheaded. I knew I wasn't going to stay conscious for long... I suddenly had a cold sweat. I leaned my head in between my legs. Immediately, I passed out. I awoke on the floor convulsing. My eyes were wide open until my vision came back. I blinked several times and tried to reason with myself that I actually blacked out. I lied on the floor for a moment. I needed to gain my strength back, but slowly. After I felt strong enough, I stood and sat on the toilet again. And yes, I managed to poop two little chunks.
I was expecting a jumbo turd with the kind of pressure I was having.
Once I was finished with my duty, I lied down again. Yet I told myself that I should warn my dad who was (thankfully) sleeping downstairs. I propped open the bathroom door and called for him. I told him what happened. All throughout the night, he cared for me. I lied on the floor writhing in agony. The pain felt as if my left ovarian tube burst. Even my lower back was sore. I could hardly crouch. I could hardly lay on my sides. I could hardly lay down in general. But I needed to. And every time I would maneuver my left leg, it would give my painful area great grief. I was solely limited on almost everything.
Soon, diarrhea came... Then puking...
I was a disaster. I couldn't eat a damn thing. I drank water, though. Yet I always threw it up.
Another hour passed and another and ANOTHER. I continued to puke and poop until I couldn't poop and puke anymore. The last time I threw up was when my dad suggested I walk around a bit. I agreed. But once I stood and walked down the hallway, I felt myself gag. I rushed to my dad's bathroom and hurled up whatever I could. I was so angry with my body, I yelled at myself to quit puking. I was exhausted. I felt like a train wreck.
I walked around the kitchen for a couple of minutes. I started to feel a little better. But I became weak very quickly. I lied down on the couch. Dad brought me a heating pad. I set it up for my back and my left side. I then fell asleep.
Dad didn't leave for work until 11:30 AM. I awoke about that time. He said he needed to catch up on some paperwork and he would be home as soon as possible. I was home alone from 12:00 PM to 6:00 PM. However, I was able to take care of myself. I knew if I wouldn't have felt comfortable staying home alone, I would have called grandma. She would babysit me; make sure I'm alright.
Right now, I'm healing. I'm not 100% cured. My back is still sore and my side still feels strange. I called the doctor before dad left for work and that was how I heard I could have the stomach Flu. I don't recall if I ever had the stomach Flu prior to today, yet I definitely know I have never dealt with such pain.
I deserve my rest. Goodnight, everybody.
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| Spiritual Roots |
On a tour of Wat Mahathat, a temple in Ayutthaya, Thailand, Your Shot member Julian Bound spotted a large stone Buddha head sitting encased in a tree. "Its roots are said to have grown around the sculpture during a time when the temple lay abandoned and overgrown," Bound writes. "Drawn to the uniqueness of the statue, I knelt down to take the shot as rich sunlight played across the Buddha's features, making sure to capture the ground before the tree to give depth and scale to the image."
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