30 Sep 2007
Drinking…. Ugh.
After everyone left my body decided it was time to deal. And deal it did. Violently. Painfully. Repeatedly. Morning came too quickly and found me curled into a ball shaking like a kitten. Water tasted like ash and my body yearned to reject even that most benign of substances. Every creak and groan of the building thundered through my body, rattling my desiccated brain.
With great care and sheer fortitude of will I managed to drag my undead corpse to the shower. A vain attempt to wash away the rank musk of suffering and despair. It failed, but only mostly. I crawled back into bed to nurse my water for a few more hours.
Solid food came around noon. Not much. Mostly grease. I still fear the thought of meat or *shudder* vegetables. Water is coming in quicker now. The pain is easing. The vertigo fading. The thunder no longer slashes through my body like a pick up truck in a glass factory.
From this torment I found a silver lining. I lost six pounds over the last twenty four hours. Go me?