Durga Mahisasuramardini

The last 24 hours have been rough. I started throwing up around 10:30 pm, and by about 1:30 am I knew I had to get myself to the hospital. I drove myself there- a difficult task as I was throwing up the whole time and extremely weak. My vision was blurry and unfocused. I made it there, and they were very sweet to me. UCLA has the best nurses. I didn't talk to the doctor much, but he was nice too. They got me on an IV quickly, with anti-nausea medicine and morphine. (Everything was cramping up.) They took blood work and said I had stomach flu. About an hour later I got a second dose of everything, and slept until about 6 am. I ended up driving myself back home. I told them I was just going to drive to a friend's close by and he'd drive me the rest of the way home (since I'd had two doses of morphine), but I really couldn't figure out how to get two people to come meet me, so one could take my car and the other drive.

I took the side streets and drove the speed limit, and it worked out fine. I continued to throw-up every hour or so, so I drank a little water and juice so I had something to come up instead of bile. I had prescriptions for anti-nausea medicine and some else (more was happening than just vomiting). It wasn't until 3:30 pm that I could talk myself into driving to the pharmacy. It was pretty awful. I was so tired, and still so nauseous, but I was afraid I would get worse again if I didn't get the medicine. Turned out they didn't have the anti-nausea medicine, and I won't get it until Monday. I got a big bottle of Gatorade and the other medicine, and threw up all over the parking lot at home. Amazingly, though, even without the anti-nausea medicine that was the last time I've thrown up. I sipped on the Gatorade and kept it all down, and now I can drink juice and water without it coming up. The feeling in my throat that told me it was coming up has totally gone away. I have no desire to eat, though, and I am exhausted. I've just been sleeping and sleeping. My head hurts a little, and my eyes are still pretty unfocused but better. I don't know if this had anything to do with the catered food last night, or stress, or just a coincidence, but there does seem to be some symbolic value to my body violently expelling everything out.

Okay, I have to lie back down now.