Soooo. Now it’s my turn.
Yesterday I started not feeling great but I rested off and on and did okay. But then during our friend dinner I realized something just wasn’t right. I could barely eat any dinner and then fell asleep on the couch while we were all watching TV. So we called it an early night.
Then sometime in the middle of the night…all hell broke loose.
Uncontrollable diarrhea. No warning whatsoever. It was awful.
Suffice it to say the sheets and mattress pad went in the wash. Clothes. Bath mats. And for a bit I was pretty much stuck on the toilet for fear of destroying carpet or anything else. I felt pretty okay otherwise so I was legit working my business from the toilet.
But the best part? I was able to take the meds that Tom had brought home because it was exactly what I needed! So for awhile I lived in the chair in our room on a waterproof pad — close to the bathroom but not in bed because:
I survived on a few graham crackers and Powerade (something else we had on hand from Tom’s issue).
I’ve never ever had this happen that I can remember. Probably sometime in my youth but certainly never since Tom and I have been together. Or even since high school or college.
It got a little better and I was excited…but then…chills. So as soon as the bed was made, I got back in it and slept most of the day. Let me say it again—it was awful.