Nix-ing the questionnaire and focusing on symptoms.
Last week, maybe even before then, smells started becoming extremely noticeable: powdered carpet cleaner that I hadn't used in weeks (because Greg wasn't a fan), the dogs' scents, students' funky breaths, the fridge, something unknown in my car. They bothered me, but they were still manageable if I turned away or stuck my nose down my shirt.
Food aversions increased, but I was always able to think of something I wanted to/could eat. By the end of the week, I noticed that if my stomach got low or empty, I'd start feeling bad, not quite nauseous but definitely icky. Frequent snacks seemed to help. I also had a little on and off headache...not too bad though.
By Saturday, I nearly couldn't stand the smell of the fridge or the dogs (Briar in particular), and Greg's body wash and cologne were overwhelming. However, I still managed to eat real food, a cheeseburger, which makes me want to gag thinking about it now.
Three hour naps have become a trend. With seven more internship days left, I don't know how I'm going to make it! Today would have been a trial run for my teaching endurance had I made it past the shower. Here's a little background before I describe this morning:
Yesterday evening, after eating a decent dinner of pasta with cheese on top (sounds surprisingly gourmet when you compare it to the crackers and toast I've managed to squeeze down today), I headed to bed to relax for a while. Awhile later, my stomach started feeling a little strange and uncomfortable. As I watched whatever little gem was on TLC (I think it was Sister Wives at this point), I started feeling queasy. I sat up, the sweat instantaneously beading at my temples and neck (really, how does that happen so quickly?!), and I unproductively gagged into my handy, double-lined grocery bags I'd begun keeping at my bedside. Amazingly enough, I felt a little relief. And a couple hours later, I felt up to eating a pbj before hittin' the hay.
This morning, I woke up early to take a shower since I hadn't felt like putting forth the effort last night. I decided to pass on the cracker collection I have stowed on my night table (big mistake? mooost certainly) and headed to the bathroom with a super dry mouth but otherwise feeling alright.
I started washing my hair, but holy cow, my shampoo's scent got intense overnight. And my body wash- I had to hold my breath and lather and rinse in lightning speed. I made it through my pit-shave and started rinsing my hair when my brain started feeling warm and fuzzy. Having fainted several times in my past (due to random, sometimes funny-ish causes, such as cleaning my newly-pierced belly button at age 15), I knew what was coming. I scrambled to rinse my hair through the increasing dizziness, then turned the water off and sat down in our slimy bathtub. I was immediately nauseous and reclined, cringing as I put my back against the tub and kicking myself for not having scrubbed it recently. Yuck. The nausea and dizziness subsided, and I cautiously rinsed off again before heading back to bed, where I sipped water and munched on crackers, then texted my cooperating teacher, who told me to stay home and rest despite my offer to try to go in after eating and sleeping a little longer.
I stayed in bed ALL day, ate some dry Fruity Pebbles and toast, had on and off nausea and a nice nap. I still have yet to throw up, but I feel pretty miserable! Bleh. I can't miss work everyday this week, so I hope the biobands I asked Greg to pick up for me are effective! Fingers crossed.
Over and out.
