I would love to say that I escaped this thursday without incident, but alas, I cannot.

It started well enough, with all the sleep. But then of course I got up and went to the bathroom and there was blood in my CM. Not a lot, not scary scary, but it made me seriously irritated because, dude, it’s been DAYS of no bleeding and I was finally starting to feel relaxed and stop expecting it.

My nausea wasn’t that bad, so I didn’t take anything for it this morning. I wanted to feel some nausea first, you know? So I got to work, ate breakfast, oh there’s the nausea. Lost my breakfast. Whoops. Took a zofran, and felt pretty much fine for hours.

But then came lunch. It didn’t even look very appetizing, but I had to eat something and it was what I had. I had: a mini microwaved pizza, a bagel with cream cheese, and some diced pear. It didn’t sit too well. No, it really didn’t sit well. In fact, less than 15 minutes later my stomach started cramping. With the blood this morning that freaked me the hell out, so I of course checked: no blood (hadn’t had any more at all today). And the cramping felt like stomach. But it was wicked, awful cramps that stopped me in my tracks, clutching my stomach. I ended up in the bathroom, throwing up my entire lunch and then some, then getting bad diarrhea. I’d go back to my desk, sit there for 5 minutes, then go running again. My stomach gurgled and cramped and I sat there with my head in my hands, whimpering. And this was not a nausea thing… I wasn’t even nauseous through the whole thing. It was like my stomach just ejected everything.

I did call the clinic and spoke to the nurse. I had asked the receptionist to speak to the on-call doc, but she said she could get one of the nurses on the line, that was great. So when I got transferred to her I started out with, “I’m not bleeding.” She replied, “OH GOOD, I get nervous when I hear your name.” I told her what was going on and she told me to take it easy and try to keep fluids down – if I can’t keep anything at all down I need to call the doctor this evening and possibly go in to triage for fluids.

I think it was the cream cheese – I just have a hunch. But it could be a bug I picked up somewhere.

I ended up leaving work when I thought I was okay to drive home, and laying in bed for a little bit. I hugged Sheepie, which made me cry, because I am hugging a stuffed animal placeholder instead of my son.

Den came home with some pedialyte and is forcing me to sip it. It’s staying down, too. It’s been a couple of hours and I haven’t had any more episodes, so I think maybe my stomach did what it had to do and I’m starting to recover now. Hopefully.

But I really, really hate Thursdays.