#gastroenteritis

[bloomweiss]

ah yes

my favorite dropout show

gastroenteritis

[dolljoints555]

I've been WAITING for a gastro appt and I was finally supposed to have one today at 1pm (phone appt). So I waited for them to call...and I waited...and I'm still waiting. At 2:30pm I called the clinic and the receptionist said there was probably just a delay, so she sent a message to the clinician and said someone would call me. It is now past 6pm, the clinic is closed and no ine called me. I checked my phone calls, texts, emails, NHS app and nothing. And people ask me why I have a deep distrust if the medical system (tbf that's more related to medical gaslighting but still).

[vomitshaman]

CW: brief description of friend not understanding my kink very well/possible kink ""shaming""

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One of my irl friends told me to talk about my kink more in therapy. He's worried it's going to ruin my relationship with food, or it's "unhealthy" for me somehow. I don't think he understands I wouldn't do puke play daily with anyone. It'd just happen maybe two or three times a year if I found someone into it. I'm actually pretty health conscious these days outside of my fascination with norovirus. 😅 I doubt he's kink shaming me. I don't think the intent is to cause shame. He just genuinely thinks it's wrong because he doesn't want me to be sick. He did go "WTF" and tell me it's wrong though.

[apinchofsanity]

Vet hospital, about my sick male dog: I'm afraid he'll need 24 hours observation, bloods, IV fluids with the possibility of an ultrasound if he doesn't improve! 😟

- 9 hours later -

Vet hospital: Come get your son, he's being a dickhead

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #797

It is way too late, I know. It is 30 minutes to midnight at the time of writing this sentence. But I, unfortunately, am not at all tired, for a number of restless, excited reasons. And probably also because I slept for like 15 hours straight after getting home on Saturday, sheesh.

Last night, after writing to you, I did manage to eat some rice noodles. A simple meal, very much needed after some 36 hours of my body being actively repulsed by the very idea of food:

I didn't feel too terribly nauseated after eating it, to my surprise. And then, not especially motivated to do much of anything else, I showered. This time, I used this scent:

...You wouldn't believe how buttery and delicious this smells. I wonder if you'd enjoy it...

I went to sleep at around 10pm, and woke at like 6ish this morning, ravenously hungry, which was probably a good sign. So I took out the beef I left in the fridge to thaw during the days I was away at work, and I decided to cook it! Naturally, I seasoned them with my usual combination of salt, pepper, paprika, and garlic powder; you can't really go wrong with putting these together:

I ate it with some of the rice noodles I made last night:

I also made some tea to go with it; strawberries and cream looseleaf this time. And I got some pretty decent swirls, too!

...The steak was, in hindsight, perhaps not my best decision. I felt relatively nauseated after eating it, but... between that and the tea, it seemed to help clear some stuff out of my system, via the typical, unsick route. And that's also probably good.

I tried to play Rock Band 4 shortly afterwards, and... I was incredibly displeased at the sheer lack of character customization in this iteration of it. Previous iterations had lots of hairstyles, face shapes, eye colors, and body types to choose from, and this one... seemed to have very few. There was no way to adjust body type at all. Only a handful of hairstyles and face shapes to select from. No styles of movement to select from. This is all important to me for... reasons you'll see later. But nevertheless, I was very frustrated.

Motivated by the aforementioned frustration, I decided to dig around in the closet in my art room (which contains a crazy amount of packed boxes) for our old Xbox. I can't remember where I put my phone, glasses, or crazy hats on a day-to-day basis for shit. But I do remember in exactly which box I packed our Xbox in years ago, exactly where the box is in the closet, and exactly where in the box it's nestled, go fucken figure. But in order to get to it, first, I had to pull out all the other boxes, and from within the Xbox-containing box, I had to pull out this impressive tangle of hangers...!!!

Our Xbox quit on us a long time ago (or at least, its power supply did...). But in it was our copy of Rock Band 3. I tried plugging it in and opening the disc tray, but... the power supply unit immediately showed a solid red light, which means that either the power supply unit is broken or the Xbox itself is broken. J had a vested interest in getting a working Xbox; he wants to play a game called Steel Battalion, because he's very passionate about things like Mech Warrior and Battletech; I wonder if you'd have that in common, actually...

Anyway, so... I have a job now, which is incredibly super helpful (even if it's also incredibly super stressful...), and gives our house additional financial freedom. So J and I went out and fetched an Xbox (they're amazingly inexpensive nowadays, anyhow, compared to what they used to cost). And we got lunch along the way at a bagel shop we've been meaning to go to! This is an everything bagel and butter, with some buffalo chicken soup, and a coffee!

The coffee was... kinda weak. But the bagel was pretty good. And the soup, oh!! It had carrots in it! It had celery in it! It had chicken in it! And enough bleu cheese to actually taste it! It was creamy and spicy and absolutely fucken perfect, and...! ...sadly, it also probably wasn't the best idea, given the state of my gastrointestinal system. But, in my defense, it was fucking delicious, and I regret absolutely nothing, and also, what is this “impulse control” of which you speak??? Hahahaha....

Speaking of an astounding lack of impulse control, I also got cookies from the bagel shop! This one was some kind of raspberry-filled cookie:

...Yes, please do laugh about the shape of the cookie; it is pretty fucking funny, hahaha!

...Anyway, here was some pecan caramel cookie that I didn't like, because I guess I don't really like caramel. Blasphemous, I know:

Afterwards, we brought home the Xbox and got it set up, and I started downloading all the songs we had before (while being very sad about the fact that this game is old now, and the methods for getting new songs are now all defunct...), and... well... y'see...

...M tried to operate the PS5 at the same time. Which blew up the outlet. So now... we have to replace the outlet. Nothing caught fire, thankfully. But uh... yeah. Don't uh... don't overload your power circuits. It's bad fucken news!!!

...Before I go to sleep, I'm gonna shut off power to the living room, because I don't wanna leave a funky outlet unattended. J will fix it tomorrow, and... I'd prefer that an electrician would do it, but he insists that the fix is simple, so long as the power to the room stays off while he's doing it.

...I wonder if you'd like Rock Band. I imagine you might be well-suited for singing. And maybe Loz would like drums. And maybe Kadaj would like guitar, and Yazoo would enjoy playing keys. I could chill out on bass, if you'd have me. But of course, I'd understand if you'd prefer Angeal, Genesis, or Zack to do it instead. You can have backup singers, too; I imagine Genesis would be very good at singing, given, y'know, a variety of factors...

...Well. It's late. Too fucken late. It's, uhh... not that long til 2 in the morning, actually. Fuck. I... have to sleep. But before I go, here, have these wishes I breathed to life for ya today:

I love you, lots and lots. And I can't wait for you to see the shenanigans I'll be getting up to in the near-ish future. But I'm going to leave you in suspense about it for now (and yes, I absolutely do have the audacity to neener-neener-neener at you about it, BWAHAHAHA!!!). In the meantime, I'm gonna keep having faith in your safety out there, and in your eventual return home, so that someday you can play something like Rock Band with people you care deeply about.

I'll write again tomorrow.

Your friend, Lumine

[tumblydove]

"Ooh, pancakes! Thanks, Dada!" Everett was feeling much better after the chaos of yesterday; all of his worries about his broken wrist were gone.

"No problem, Eddie." Lancelot hugged his son. "Happy first day of first grade, big guy."

"I can't wait to meet new friends! And say hi to my teacher! Do you think the other kids will make fun of my vitiligo?" Everett frowned. "And my cast?

"I'm sure they won't. And if they do, we just get an extra cone of ice cream and throw it in their faces."

Toni was able to get Everett to stay still for a grand total of one minute to take his back to school photos.

"I've decided I'm not going to the funeral." Toni ranted to Lancelot after the bus came to pick Everett up. "Why would I? My mom was a bitch to me anyways."

"I'm taking you've gotten over the grief?"

"I damn sure have. I hope that witch rests in piss."

"Fair enough." Lance grinned. "Want to do something fun while Ev's gone? We have the house to ourselves for the first time in forever!"

"I was actually thinking of just rest-"

"Great! Let's go to Fitness Fest!"

Fitness Fest was a success!

...well, at least it was for Lancelot. Toni was exhausted the whole time. All I wanted to do was rest... why doesn't he listen to what I want?

When Everett got home from school, Lancelot fulfilled his promise and took him out for frozen yogurt.

"DADA, DADA, YOU WON'T BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED AT SCHOOL TODAY! I met a new friend named Ernesto, and he signed my cast in CURVY LETTERS!"

"Cursive?"

"YEAH, THAT! And after, he played pirates with me at recess, and he shared his lunch! I had a great day at school- can I go again tomorrow?

"Everett, dude, that's the whole point of school."

Everett got his banana frozen yogurt (it tasted like bleach), but the waiter dropped Lance's order on the floor. Maybe it was for the better.

They both gave the restaurant thumbs down.

"DAD!" Everett groaned. "You promised you'd give me a GOOD day, not a TRASHY day like this! Ugh, I WANNA GO HOME!"

"Everett. We don't yell, especially not in public."

"I'LL YELL ALL I WANT!" Everett screamed.

Ouch. He has his dad's anger.

"We're going home." Lance stood up. "Come on- you're going straight to bed."

"FINE!" Everett threw his plate onto the floor and stomped out of the shop. "I HATED it here, anyways!"

"How was your day out with Rett?"

"Awful. It started out good enough, but they messed up our order and he had a massive temper tantrum over it." Lancelot pinched his fingers together. "I was this close to grounding him."

"He was probably just tired; it's been a long day."

"I hope." Lance winced. "It was like dealing with a pre-teen in a six year old's body."

Everett went to bed as soon as he got home. He woke up again in the middle of the night, his stomach giving him hell.

He trudged to his dad's room, groaning. "Ugh... Dad, my stomach..."

"Ev?" Lance yawned, getting up slowly. "What's the matter?"

"My tum-tum hurts."

Lancelot felt Everett's head. It wasn't just warm- it was HOT. SCORCHING hot. "Ouch. We better get you to the ER."

"Again?"

"Yes, again, because I want my son to be healthy and alive- NOT with a burning head and a stomach ache."

Dr. Chen's consensus? Everett has gastroenteritis- the stomach flu. It was probably triggered by some sort of health and safety issue the frozen yogurt place had- maybe undercooked egg yolks in the ice cream. Nothing too severe, but he would be pretty sick for the next day or two.

On top of his broken wrist.

Everett stayed home from school that day. He ate the soup his dad made for him, took warm baths, and slept a LOT. His mom and dad tried cheering him up with movies and letting him have unlimited tv time, but the poor kid was miserable.

"Thanks for trying to cheer me up, I guess... I'm just gonna go to sleep."

With the whole family under what was essentially quarantine, Toni had time to think: "Lance, we need to talk."

"About what? How our son is dying of pain and diarrhea?"

"No- about SMASH." The bills had come in that day. Over 700 Simoleons- the family's total funds were down to only about 3000. "Face it, Lancelot, we can't thrive just off of a band we barely perform anymore."

"But SMASH was out dream, Toni-"

"-a dream we came up with when we were both stupid teenagers. We're ADULTS now, Lancelot. It's time for us to grow up."

"And it's time for YOU to have some more home, Tonisha. We threw EVERYTHING away for this, and now you're admitting defeat? SERIOUSLY? Your mom dies, and all of the sudden it's 'womp-womp-womp' on EVERYTHING we've done, huh?"

Toni was silent.

"HA! Funny, huh? Funny how you can throw EVERYTHING out just because YOU'RE the parentless slu-"

"Shut up."

"WHAT did you say to me?"

"I said, shut. The fuck. Up."

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"I'M SERIOUS, LANCELOT! You NEVER listen to me! You DIDN'T listen when I said I needed to rest, you DIDN'T listen when I said that Ev was tired, and you especially AREN'T listening to me right now! FUCK SMASH! FUCK these teenage dreams! I want to actually ADVANCE in my life, not be HINDERED by the shit YOU can't move on from!"

"Baby-"

"DON'T 'BABY' ME! I'm SICK of it! I'm DONE WITH SMASH!" She stood up.

"Where do you think YOU'RE going?" Lance almost pulled her back in anger.

"UPSTAIRS! TO SLEEP! TO REST! TO GET AWAY FROM THE WORTHLESS PIECE OF FILTH THAT YOU'VE TURNED INTO RECENTLY!"

Lancelot slept on the couch that night. The house was cold and silent. If only things could go back to normal.

"DADA! I'm finally feeling better! Can I go to school today, can I-can I- can I?"

"One sec, Ev- OUCH." Lancelot touched his own stomach. It had that sickening queasy feeling stomachs get when they have some sort of virus-

Some sort of virus.

Oh. No.

[asdcraze]

Bus Puke

This was the day before my 41st birthday. I was on the bus going to work, and towards the middle of the journey I started to feel really sick in my stomach. I knew I was going to throw up, but I tried not to think about it. But after a while, I suddenly started throwing up. The vomit poured out of my mouth.

After I got off the bus another violent vomiting attack hit me. I threw up repeatedly and it was disgusting. Later that morning when I saw the GP, I was told I had gastroenteritis. While I was waiting my other end had started up. Not a nice way to start the morning!

[mazoga-the-dork]

Thing that would help my brain right now: caffeine

Thing that would help my stomach right now: very much NOT caffeine