Vomit
Yesterday was an interesting day. I haven't barfed in a long time -- so long that I can't remember the last time I did. Yesterday morning came as shock. I didn't know I lacked control over what came up. My apologies to the unsuspecting commuters on the Sheppard subway line for the unsuspecting Exorcist-attack they fell victim to. It was embarrassing. I wasn't feeling well when I left for work in the morning, but I thought I would get over it. The rocking back and forth before the subway arrived at the Yonge station though did it for me. Without warning, the contents of my stomach just moved up and frothed out of my mouth like an erupting volcano. I couldn't believe it. There was no warning. It just happened. Right out onto my gloved hand and onto the subway car. One person who was facing me turned away in disgust. Everyone else continued their conversations or appeared not to notice the sick-fuck who was upchucking his guts in the corner. In hindsight, I suspect that was how I appeared to my fellow commuters.
Now I am a big boy -- I know it was gross -- I can take care of myself -- but if I was a witness to someone else in distress, I hope that I would at least reach out to help. Thinking about it in hindsight, I've come realize that we have become an uncaring society. Yes. I witnessed it yesterday.
I cleaned up as best as I could before I took the Yonge line to work. Got to worked, cleaned up properly, but by noon, I realized that something was within that needed taken care of -- so I came home early. Barfed well during the afternoon and took today off to recover.
My daughters took care of me when I came home -- especially my youngest, who busied herself being a 'mommy.' I had such a chill that lasted for hours, it was unbelievable. I don't get sick often -- other than the cold. Nothing has taken the wind out of me in such a way in a long time. The speed at which I was incapacitated was stunning. My youngest covered me with multiple afghans, a blanket and a comforter. When that didn't work, she applied a heating pad. I drifted in and out of sleep for much of yesterday afternoon and evening. It wasn't until the evening that I was allowed to try solid food. A slice of toast with apple butter. By midnight I had managed to keep down three slices of toast. That was all I had yesterday. This morning I woke up famished. Just one day without food and I had missed it. Real food. I wanted something with salt in it. I wanted coffee or tea. I wanted taste.
Just as fast as I was brought down, I came back up. Tomorrow I will be heading back to work. I look forward to seeing my fellow commuters on the subway. I look forward to seeing the friendly faces of Toronto that don't reach out to those who need help.
Now I am a big boy -- I know it was gross -- I can take care of myself -- but if I was a witness to someone else in distress, I hope that I would at least reach out to help. Thinking about it in hindsight, I've come realize that we have become an uncaring society. Yes. I witnessed it yesterday.
I cleaned up as best as I could before I took the Yonge line to work. Got to worked, cleaned up properly, but by noon, I realized that something was within that needed taken care of -- so I came home early. Barfed well during the afternoon and took today off to recover.
My daughters took care of me when I came home -- especially my youngest, who busied herself being a 'mommy.' I had such a chill that lasted for hours, it was unbelievable. I don't get sick often -- other than the cold. Nothing has taken the wind out of me in such a way in a long time. The speed at which I was incapacitated was stunning. My youngest covered me with multiple afghans, a blanket and a comforter. When that didn't work, she applied a heating pad. I drifted in and out of sleep for much of yesterday afternoon and evening. It wasn't until the evening that I was allowed to try solid food. A slice of toast with apple butter. By midnight I had managed to keep down three slices of toast. That was all I had yesterday. This morning I woke up famished. Just one day without food and I had missed it. Real food. I wanted something with salt in it. I wanted coffee or tea. I wanted taste.
Just as fast as I was brought down, I came back up. Tomorrow I will be heading back to work. I look forward to seeing my fellow commuters on the subway. I look forward to seeing the friendly faces of Toronto that don't reach out to those who need help.
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