It All Started

 It All Started

I’m running late in posting this morning. Why? It all started last evening while at church for evening revival services. The need to use the bathroom was a necessary interruption. After church at home, my stomach began to rumble and grumble, bubble and boil. The sounds sounded like dead souls took up residence in my gut. The groans and wails soon drove me to perch on the commode. More and more often I became glued to the commode. My stool became looser and looser until it was a fountain of colored water being expelled.

While on the nest, I had a hot flash and pulled off my shirt. I had put on a heavy shirt because I had felt chilled. The hot flash quickly became nausea making my mouth water; soon to follow was the violent emptying of my stomach. Time after time, the nausea turned into vomiting. I grabbed the nearby trashcan instead of having to clean the bathroom after my perch of the john.

The trash can soon contained my stomach contents from the day before, my toe nails, and the calluses from the bottom of my feet. Wave after wave of intermittent diarrhea and vomiting swept over me. Now comes the trifecta. Muscle cramps made it nearly impossible to move without agitating the sharp painful pains.

I’ve survived. Not feeling well yet, but alive.