Now Playing: rain-slicked cars, skidding into the 7-11 parking lot
Current Mood : Bewildered
Current Image : Ariel's in her 'new' dress - a 99c eBay find - next to the 'infant carrier' I got from a yard sale for 25c. Ariel herself came from GoodWill for $1. I just love my second-hand finds !
I don't know what was wrong with me yesterday. Shortly after I wrote yesterday's entry, I was so sick, I thought Beloved would have to take me to the ER. Jack, our black kitten, scratched me kinda hard after dinner - he was trying a long jump and missed, so he used my leg as a recovery zone - and three episodes of Spaced, and my chest was getting a bit tight, and it was late...plus, my tummy felt like I'd gorged myself at Thanksgiving, but the sub I had wasn't that filling. I figured I just had some gas - sorry for the TMI !- and a lie-down would soon either have me asleep or feeling better. Just in case, I took a hit on my asthma inhaler and a half-dose of that noxious pink goo that works on various digestion aliments, and tried to relax.
Half an hour later, I was roiling in pain. My stomach was heaving, my back was radiating stabbing pain, I was roasting hot, and I was nauseous. I couldn't find a place or position that was anywhere near comfortable, and every movement was torment. It was like every organ lower than my lungs had detached, and they were all using my bladder as a bean-bag chair, so I was constantly, unnecessarily, running to the bathroom.
Losing dinner helped, at least the pain went from widescreen HDTV plasma to portable UHF black-and-white when it was over, and while I still hurt and still ran to the bathroom, I could actually sleep a bit. About 2am, I gambled on eating a couple of the crackers Beloved set out for me, and washing them and two ibuprofen down with the ginger ale he'd run across the street to obtain. I didn't wake up again until 7am. And, while my gut was still muttering, it wasn't an insane caged beast like it'd been just a few hours prior. I still have no idea what caused it all. I just know I'm gonna avoid those prime rib subs from now on !
So today, I rested and recovered. I'm about back to normal, and just as lazy. Jack wouldn't leave me all night, and every time I woke up, he was watching me. Poor Beloved slept on the small loveseat in our bedroom, so he'd be close if I needed him, but my agony had me sprawled over most of the bed. He had to work this morning, but I made sure he got a nice long nap when he came home.
Dearest was home about 9am, and he played with the Robin Hood figure I got him. If his tail had been a bit smaller, ole Robin probably would have piloted that X-wing Dearest got Tuesday. Oh, I forgot to mention - I got Baby Ariel's original dress yesterday. Not the LDP, the smaller 12-inch infant one also made by Playmates. I think her name was ‘My Baby Princess Ariel'. I found mine nude at Goodwill, her hair still in the factory set, her vinyl still harboring a faint scent of baby powder. I only made her one outfit, so I was glad to find this one. Very simple design. Easy to copy... (evil chortle)
If there's anything that teaches you to appreciate health, it's being massively sick ! tomorrow, I'm finishing laundry and I'm gonna sew something ! Hmpft.
