Thursday the 20th I woke up at 3am feeling a little strange. Thirty minutes later I'm praying to the porcelain God. I mean really really lurching for all I'm worth. Sorry for the visual, but I was quite sick. So much that at 8am I told my wife to call the doctor. Let me preface this by saying that I absolutely *hate* going to see a doctor and/or going to a hospital. Baaaad experiences in this department. For me to be practically begging my wife to call the doctor says something about the condition I was in. To say I was worried about myself would be an understatement. By 9:30am I was being admitted to the hospital in order to receive fluids to counteract the severe dehydration I was experiencing. After nearly 36 hours in the hospital I was released. The rest of the weekend I layed around the house trying to regain strength and it took me days to get it all back. Craziness. Final verdict? To the best of his knowledge the doctor thought I had caught a virus that had caused all the vomitting and hence the dehydration. Let's hope I don't have to go through anything like that again. Ever.
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