Everything was in vain. I have succumbed to the norovirus and let me tell you it ain’t pretty.
Carl took me skiing last night because I was feeling fine! We get there and hit up a couple runs and then…I did not feel fine. I started getting the tummy bubbles and I was like okay, I am going to stick this out because I don’t know if it’s norovirus or food poisoning or maybe I ate onions, IDK. A couple more runs and I am sitting on the chairlift fucking MISERABLE. I turn to Carl and say “I need to go in the lodge.” Without asking he says “Do you want me to come with you and we’ll just go?” Yes. You are a wonderful Carl.
He drives back because I am definitely not feeling well enough to drive and I am uncomfortably sitting in the passenger seat because there is no way of sitting that makes you comfortable. We’re almost back and I’m gripping this Wawa bag tighter than anything because I just KNOW that I am going to vomit and it is going to be AWFUL. We make the turn from 78 onto 287 and I tell Carl to pull over RIGHT NOW and begin forcefully vomiting into aforementioned Wawa bag. THANK GOODNESS THERE WERE NO HOLES IN IT. We pull over and I continue to forcefully vomit over the guiderail. This is when I knew the end was nigh.
We get home and I proceed to run upstairs to the bathroom and stay there. This virus is an endless cycle of vomiting and diarrhea and discomfort. At about 3am I started to feel a little better and was able to retain liquids. I had the chills and wore a hoodie and sweatpants to bed as well as five blankets.
I’m feeling a little better now - still haven’t attempted solid food yet because I still get the occasional tummy twinge. Carl wants to go out for Thai tonight but I just don’t think I’ll be able to eat anything. :(
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Elyse VS. Norovirus. (BIG HONKIN' TMI WARNING, I AM GROSS)
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