A few weeks ago, I got food poisoning (or as the layman refer to it the Crapocalypse/Vommegedon). It was truly awful. I tried to make it home, but couldn’t and had to call 911 (the first time in my life). They gave me three bags of saline, morphine, zofran and maybe some other things (I was in no state to question them). For 5 days, I ate jello, soup and drank the green fountain of youth they call Gatorade.
This is not the first time I was overcome with the urge to hurl in both directions during my birthday month. Most of the other times were alcohol or thai food related.
And yet, like most people in this predicament, I felt like the world was coming to an end. I wonder what it is that brings us all irrationally to that conclusion? The fever? The lack of control? The smell?
Even though I am back to (almost) full health, I still feel a bit tired sometimes. I guess that is just a tiny reminder of what it is like to survive the Crapocalypse/Vommegedon that we all face in life.