I’ve been toggling back and forth between sick and okayish since Friday night and it is really starting to get on my nerves.

The fact that I’ve barely eaten can’t be helping. But can you blame me? My latest bout of feeling really ill was triggered by my eating a handful of trail mix.

Bad mistake. Only easy to digest foods for the time being. Got it.

Honestly, I probably should have gone to the Emergency Room or Urgent Care by now. But my symptoms never quite seem serious enough to get me to push the button.

Basically it takes fear and/or pain to get me to call 911 or get Julian to take me to the ER or UC, and so far, neither of those has quite been bad enough yet.

Speaking of UC, Joe is at one right now. He has had it far worse than I have this weekend. Projectile vomiting like crazy, poor guy.

Can’t help but wonder if maybe he and I have the same bug. My symptoms have been mostly digestive in nature, though with fun stuff like splitting headaches, chills, and for some reason general agitation thrown in.

It could be that the main difference between me and him is that I have my mother’s bizarre resistance to vomiting. So instead of throwing up, I just feel really terrible, and I am denied the relief that throwing up might have provided.

Can’t say I really miss it, though. Barfing isn’t fun.

Another possibility with me is that my long dormant umbilical hernia has finally gone awry. Right now the locus of my issues seems to be a troublesome area about six inches to my right of my navel and that’s the right general neighborhood.

Hmmm. Interesting. I was able to eat my sugar free fudge striped Voortman cookies without a hitch, and the orange I just ate only caused a minor ripple.

So ease of digestion definitely seems to be the key in getting food into me.

I wonder what else I have lying around that goes down easy?

Besides me, of course. Nyuck nyuck.

I wonder if getting some Meaty Marinara rotini from Pizza Hut would do the trick. Pasta is quite easy to digest and I would get carbs, veggies, and meat out of the deal.

That’s not really in the budget for this week but I think I can make an exception if it’s for the noble cause of me not starving or dying in a blood sugar crash.

Ya know. Priorities.

What really sucks is the yoyoing between thinking I’m getting better and then getting yanked back into the sick tent.

Julian is home. Good to know that if I do decide I need the immediate attention of trained medical professionals, I have transport.

Decide being the operative term here. I’m not so good at deciding things.

Especially when one of the options is as inconvenient and disruptive and boring as taking the ER/UC route. I mean, both of those places involve long waits in rooms soaked in stress and boredom pheromones and that is just not a wholesome environment for a sensitive soul like myself.

I suppose in a way, getting my tablet working again could be seen as a health investment seeing as I would be a lot less resistant to the ER/UC if I had some way to take the Internet with me.

But I still don’t really miss the damned thing. It was a plague upon me.

I suppose I will go make yet another attempt at sleep. Like I said, I’ve been weirdly agitated lately. Dunno if it’s related to other ways I am sick or not.

Wish me luck.

More after the break.

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My latest sin…

..was getting up to empty my pee receptacle, apparently.

That’s what seems to have pressed the “next” button on the “shuffle” mode that is my health lately because I felt fine and was even pondering a pasta purchase (see above) until I got up and emptied my receptacle (something I normally do three or four times a day) with a bit too much enthusiasm because the moment I sat back down I got the exact kind of sick headache I dread and boom I was quite nauseous and my head was throbbing with pain and I felt like I was trying to pass a stone through my “third eye”.

Eventually I staggered to the bathroom once more and was able to empty my bowels (mostly voluntarily, yay) while wondering if the universe heard me talk about having my mother’s nausea resistance and said, “Oh yeah? We’ll see about that!”

I see to be past the worst of it now. It helped a lot when I was able to unclog my ear and thus allow for sinus drainage again. That’s a frequent problem of mine.

It’s like the ears are the overflow storm drains of the sinuses. If they get clogged, hey pressure just builds and builds until it’s squeezing my brain in its vicelike grip.

And that really smarts.

Things are relatively quiescent right now but I have some rumblings in my tummy that have me worried.

So much for my idea of actually eating a meal tonight. Food is the furthest thing from my mind right now.

Wait no, that’s my feet. But food’s pretty far too.

Overall, I wonder if I am in the grips of a system wide inflammatory response, and if so, what am I responding to and can I please please be rid of it?

Something occurred to me recently that seems blindingly obvious in retrospect : what if all these times when I was sure I had a fever but the ER thermometer said no, I was actually seriously inflamed?

That would make me feel really hot too, wouldn’t it?

Maybe instead of pasta, I need a large quantity of Aleve. And maybe a referral to an inflammatory disease specialist.

I am so damn sick and tired of being sick.

The tired part I can live with for now.

I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.