the suckiest day
Apr. 28th, 2002 09:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mamajoanI was gonna post some deep introspective stuff about noncon in fic and about feedback and hero-worship. But that all fell by the wayside when today became The Day From Hell.
I never ended up going to sleep last night. I tried, but instead I ended up spending the whole night/morning sitting next to the toilet, barfing and being nauseous/light-headed and waiting and shivering and barfing again. Yeah, that was a barrel of laughs. That went on from about 4am till about 2pm, at which point I finally got everything out of my stomach and the stomach-flu nausea was replaced by hunger nausea and I managed to get an hour or two of sleep.
On top of that, Bini came in last night injured somehow, which I didn't discover unil he had bled all over one of the sofa cushions and left bloody pawprints all over the kitchen floor. :( Of course he wouldn't let me look at him, went to hide behind the bed where he goes when he wants me to leave him alone, so I got to fret about that too while I was puking my guts out. :P
He seems to have pretty much recovered. He ate some food, and is sleeping on my lap as I type this (hence one-handed typing that takes forever) and I've petted him almost all over without apparently touching a painful spot. I think he does have some kind of wound on a paw, but he won't let me look, and since he's walking okay I don't want to push it. In a day or two I'll consider taking him to the vet.
All this, plus starting my new job tomorrow. Sigh. Timing sucks.
Now to see if I can keep some soup down.
I never ended up going to sleep last night. I tried, but instead I ended up spending the whole night/morning sitting next to the toilet, barfing and being nauseous/light-headed and waiting and shivering and barfing again. Yeah, that was a barrel of laughs. That went on from about 4am till about 2pm, at which point I finally got everything out of my stomach and the stomach-flu nausea was replaced by hunger nausea and I managed to get an hour or two of sleep.
On top of that, Bini came in last night injured somehow, which I didn't discover unil he had bled all over one of the sofa cushions and left bloody pawprints all over the kitchen floor. :( Of course he wouldn't let me look at him, went to hide behind the bed where he goes when he wants me to leave him alone, so I got to fret about that too while I was puking my guts out. :P
He seems to have pretty much recovered. He ate some food, and is sleeping on my lap as I type this (hence one-handed typing that takes forever) and I've petted him almost all over without apparently touching a painful spot. I think he does have some kind of wound on a paw, but he won't let me look, and since he's walking okay I don't want to push it. In a day or two I'll consider taking him to the vet.
All this, plus starting my new job tomorrow. Sigh. Timing sucks.
Now to see if I can keep some soup down.
