It’s been two weeks since I went to the doctor. I had worked three hours on Thursday which maybe I shouldn’t have. On Friday I developed a headache that just seemed to get worse with each day of the weekend. I have never had a hangover before, but I have had brain freeze – which is how I felt when the headache started. Progressively it got worse and I imagined that is what a hangover must feel like. Especially yesterday when a sensitive stomach decided to contribute to the pain.
While Roland was delivering his talk in church, I was on our bathroom floor experiencing dry heaves. Perhaps I was dehydrated. I gulped some water. Of course, I threw that up. I wore myself out throwing up and holding my head and crying because I hurt. I did manage to make it back to my bed and listen to my deep breathing get softer until I eventually fell asleep.
The process repeated itself during the night when I wanted to sleep. I was sweating with each spew. Roland asked if I wanted him to drive me to the hospital, but at that point, I couldn’t sit upright and would have destroyed myself along with the car.
Once I finally drifted off, I did sleep. I decided perhaps this is not part of the healing process after all – that somewhere between the bronchitis and after the z-pack, I must have developed a sinus infection. My head is still throbbing, but not like it was. I think I may have strained my throat last night trying to get the stuff out. Today is Memorial Day. I would just assume forget this one.
