The past few days have been the worst. Seriously. I work nightshift so Wednesday morning after the gym I finally made it to bed about ten o’ clock. Five hours later, I awoke with this odd ache all over my body. The fever hadn’t set in yet nor the nausea. I did what I normally do. I had some breakfast thinking that would help to ease my pain. Maybe I was just sore from my workout, right? Wrong!
Six hours later, I had a full blown fever and liquid poop. My rock solid fear of vomiting had kept me from throwing up until my wife decided that I needed to move from my lonely position on the couch. It wasn’t even five minutes and I was heaving in the bathroom. What did I taste? Oatmeal, peanut-butter, and watermelon energy mix. Not pleasant, but not vomit tasting so that was good. Strangely enough, when I was done I felt better. At that moment in time, I wasn’t sure if I should be mad at my wife or extremely grateful. Let me explain.
All of my life I have had a fear of puking. I hate it. I avoid it like the plague. I’ve heard people say they wish they could puke so they would feel better. Not this guy. One bad experience with tuna ruined that for me. My point is, when my wife removed me from my peaceful state of not puking it was as if she had given me a death sentence. My night should have been ruined, but it wasn’t. After vomiting the contents of my stomach I went on to feel immensely better. I still had a fever and liquid poop, but no longer was I nauseated. Hence, why I felt I should be eternally grateful to her. If not for her I would still be a vegetable on our couch.
If it wasn’t for her… Well, let’s face it. I would be dead! I guess that is why I am creating this post today because I am grateful that I have her and the world should know that. Of course, until the next day when she asked me to do something for her and I still felt like poop. But I guess that’s another story. I really hate being sick.