My day got slightly better, but only slightly. After I posted at close to 3:30am I got up and had a cup of hot chocolate, which *usually* really helps settle my stomach when I have gas pains. And it did! I was so happy! I laid down to go to sleep.

Just as I was almost asleep it started hurting again and got just as bad as it was before. More dry heaving and burping trying to get the pain out of me. At one point I just sagged over the toilet and started crying, it hurt so bad. I hate these stomach aches, and this one wasn’t necessarily worse than others I’ve had before, but it was far longer. It just wouldn’t go away.

So around 5:30am, I’m in bed, in pain, with a bowl clutched to me just in case, I open up my laptop… nothing. I tried a bunch of different things, finally turned on the TV to find out the entire cable was out. I wasn’t happy. I had nothing to do but wander back and forth between the bedroom and bathroom, gagging and burping and rubbing my tummy.

Plus the cable outage gave me a dilemna… obviously I couldn’t go to my client’s feeling like that, but if I stayed home I should work, which requires internet. It was a gamble.

I finally managed to fall asleep sitting up in bed, until my alarm went off at 8am. I think I got half an hour of sleep. My stomach was still hurting, so I called in to let them know I was sick. And then fell back asleep for another hour.

Internet finally came back on while I was asleep, thank goodness, and I felt a wee bit better but I was honestly afraid to move.

At 2pm I did go in to my other job because I more or less had to, and I wasn’t outright puking at that point so I got into my nice big size 12 sweats and dragged myself in. I worked slow and carefully (and banged my ass and elbow into corners, which made me more upset), and basically I just felt miserable all day. And when I’m physically feeling miserable? I feel it emotionally too. Really crappy side-effect. All I wanted to do was cry, my life sucked, work sucked, people hated me, my body hated me, I wanted to go home to bed.

I’m home now and washing the bed linens, and feeling a wee bit better. My stomach still gives me a sharp pang now and then to remind me to take it easy, and food kind of hurts going down, but I’m feeling okay. It’s definitely not nausea, though.

Hubby was concerned when I texted him this morning with the fact that I’d been up puking all night. He thought for sure morning sickness had started for me. When he called me he admitted that with my stomach being touchy enough as it usually is he’s afraid I’ll get morning sickness really bad. But so far so good. Just really, really nasty gas pains. As long as it doesn’t happen very often I’ll be okay. I don’t know what I’ll do if this becomes a regular occurrence.

No more corn for me. Ever. (Yes, I blame the corn I ate.)