Typical night: I wake up. It's around 3.
The pressure in my stomach is hurting. I do that every night. Often is stops me from getting to sleep in the first place. At the moment there is a fight going on between what is in my lower intestine, my stomach (at the top) and so-called free fluid in the gaps in between. And there just ain't enough room.
I've got 3 choices: Have an enema, be sick or have a drain of the free fluid.
Nice.
So, I try to make myself sick, but the new anti-sick drugs were having none of it. So I shift around dragging the drip off to the loo, come back, lie down again. Can't put my head down without being sick. I won't go on. You get the picture. This happens most nights.
Ah those wee hours of inspecting u-bends, bathroom floors and bodies internal contents.....its just plain exhausting isn't it. With banging head, damp forehead, pummeled stomach muscles and stinging bum I salute you :0) Oh yes and right this moment it ISNT raining here...but it is a tad cool.
Posted by: Daisy-Winifred | Jan 26, 2004 at 06:54 AM
rip
Posted by: gary | Feb 14, 2004 at 09:08 PM