Day Thirty-three - Asleep

It's safe to say that last night was quite probably one of the very worst nights in my life. After my desperation move of going out for laxative, I took a couple of pills when I got home, hoping that soon-ish I'd be feeling much better. I didn't, in fact, I only got worse. The cramping continued and got more difficult to endure - not even painkillers were making any difference. Around maybe 3 A.M. I got out of bed, going to the toilet once again, hoping against hope that something would come out. And it did, only not in the way I was maybe expecting. As soon as I sat down, I had to turn my head directly to the sink and throw up my guts. It was awful, because due to how bad I'd been feeling during the day, I had no appetite whatsoever and I only ate a couple of yoghurts during the day. So other than that and what liquid I'd drank during the day were all I thought I had inside of me, but of course my old friend and hated bile had to make an appearance. I dragged myself back to bed, but I still felt worse and worse. Maybe a couple of hours later I returned to the toilet, and I had barely set foot in there when the retching began again - this time in the bathtub, I couldn't manage to go any further. Yet, after this second bout of throwing up, I did start to feeel a little bit better - like a weight had started to be lifted from me. Soon enough, the laxative also started making effect, and I spent the better part of the day going to and from the toilet. I'm not yet one hundre percent, but by jove, do I feel much better. I'm still just feeling very sore in my abdominal region, and there might be something that still needs to come out. And jesus, how tired do I feel? After two days of almost no sleep and no rest, I'm well and truly spent. Time to tuck in and see if I can get some good resting done.