One night of Hell...
Ah, Friends...come and sit down by the camp fire, and let me regail you with this tale

It was a cold dark night back in the heady days of January 2008. They were strange times in deed.

The evening started out like any other, ma and pa were down stairs with the young'uns and my good self was upstairs taking a shower.

"Good Sire Bamaged, your food is on the solid lump of wood in the 'dining room'" Pa bellowed from the below quaters

pegging it down the 17 stairs we have in our house I joined this scene of a typical 2.4 nucular family.

Then it hit me. About 30 mins later.

My stomach hardened. Like someone had secretly set quick-dry cement mix in my stomach without telling me.

Approx. 37 seconds later after running up 1/2 a set of stairs and having to stop for the pain to subside, i'd made it to the safety of The Thrown Room.

Which is where I spent the next 12 HOURS. yes, you did read that right, TWELVE HOURS!

12 hours of heaving up my food, then bile, then dry heaving.

12 hours of solid crap, then liquid crap, then trying to avoide a protrusion.

12 hours of hell.

and just for the graphic detail, when my body decided that Vomiting wasnt enough by itself and wanted me to become terribly confused by forcing me from my bent over double psotion to expel more liquid crap at the same time, I hit upon a simple plan. Sit on the shitter and hold a bucket under my mouth...mum still had to throw the bathroom carpet away after though.

And that is the story of how I dealt with the Noro (or Winter Vomiting) Virus
(drain_bamaged, Thu 27 Mar 2008, 17:17, Reply)