Let me tell you the entire story from the beginning but please be warned that there is graphic material included.
I went to bed at 11 last night, and read in bed until about 11:30. I then proceeded to turn off the light and hit the hay..I was exhasted. So I settle in but all of a sudden get these really, really severe cramps in both my upper and lower stomach and intestinal tract. I thought it was just that monthly timing, so I got up, strolled into my washroom to, "Take care of things" but was shocked at both that had nothing to do with it and the HUGE bout of diarreah that came out of me. No nausea or anxiety yet, I just finish on the toilet and head back to bed...I thought to myself, "Oh its just because I've been constapated the last few days."
But then...5 minutes later the cramps and pains weren't gone. I headed once again to the washroom, andhad an even larger amount of diarreah. This is when I started to get concerned. It's about 12:34am and I took half a gravol at this time.
I weaved in and out of sleep, cramps not subsiding but worsening. The gravol didn't help, so I awoke my Mom just in case something was seriously wrong. Its sounds so silly now, but I thought my appendix burst or my stomach flipped. My anxiety started to kick in, not about the diarreah, but about what could possibly be wrong.
From the time I awoke my Mom til about 2am I lived on the toilet. I don't know if it was the stench or something else, but I dry heaved numorus times. Thank god my mom was there to hold me and support me, because even though nothing was coming out, I retched like crazy.
It didn't concern me like it should've normally for this to be happening to me. I just took an immodium and another gravol and headed back to bed, hoping for the best. My nausea was by this time unbelievable, the real nausea, not the anxiety one. So, at about 3 I got up to try to sit on the throne again.
I lost complete control of my bowels. They poured..it was aweful. But it gets worse..I'm not even done on the toilet when I feel it coming. A gag..right there in my throat. I call my Mom fantically, and once I feel her clutching my body, I let go.
I clung to the sink, and the feeling of v*ing came over me. It seemed as though it couldn't, nor wouldn't, stop, and it poured out my nose and mouth. It was so much worse than when I had the flu back in December..I felt chunks of food and bile soilds come up my throat and out my nose without stopping.
I was doing this for at least 20 minutes..although it felt like 20 hours. That's when there went a problem that to this second I feel unbelivably guilty about...I had clogged the sink with my own vomit. I had to resort to the bucket to finish, and when I was finally done, I ran out of the room.
I feel so, so guilty for my Mom..she had to think of one way to un clog it. So she took a measuring cup and scooped all the vomit out of the sink into the toilet..never once retching herself. I couldn't bear to watch, I felt so aweful to make her do this!! The stench was so sour, I couldn't stand it, I don't know how she could. And I feel bad about this too...I made her turn on the over head lights to make sure it was normal...pathetic eh?
Once I knew I was done, I took another gravol (That adds up to two and a half) and crawled into bed with my mom. Sucky, I know, but I had to make sure that if it happened again she could make sure I didn't choke. I continuously got up through the night to have more and more diarreah. No sleep at all. The worst part was that my mouth, throat and nose were burning. I seriously think that was the worst part of all this. So I took a freezie and it suprisingly stayed down.
Although I still feel sick, I haven't v*ed since 3:39am last night. I just got up, I've been watching TV in bed all morning between bathroom visits, and I haven't eaten anything. I think I will take