Yes, that tank went over me. I'm still not healthy, but I'm the healthiest of my family. My dad borrowed by bucket and was violently sick all night long. My mom was less sick, she managed to keep it all down, but now she is running a 38,3°C fever. I spent the night making lots of tea for them and me as well and made lots of apple puree for them this morning. Then went to sleep.
This morning my muscle-pain was so bad even breathing hurt. My back even cramped up and the muscles were sore from throwing up, my neck from the stupid position I slept in because I felt nauseous and my sides hurt like hell as well...
So being violently ill is not as fun as it looks like. Yeah, projectile vomiting might look fun, but believe me, the acid burns your throat and you have to clean up afterwards... not to mention all the muscle pain and cramps.
Laughing still hurts like bloody murder, but if I lean back to press my back against the backrest or my back to the wall if I'm standing I won't convulse in pain.
Well. At least I have something to write about, I guess. Currently I'm trying to keep down a few bites of normal food. Wish me luck.
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