The Battle of Good vs. Evil (in my intestinal tract)
Thursday, May 20, 2010
I woke up at a little after 1 a.m. yesterday after a bad dream. (I was on a capsized boat that was going under water--not a good way to wake up.) When I woke, my heart was pounding and my head was spinning and I felt like hammered dog doo.
Figuring that it was just the after effects of the nightmare, I got up and had a glass of water. The hammering in my chest had quit but I still felt pukey and dizzy. Had another glass of water (this time with Alka Selter in it) and felt worse. I finally went back to bed around 3:30 after shutting off my alarm--no way was I going to make it to yoga at 7 a.m.
I got up a little before 8 a.m. and wished I hadn't. I felt as though my head was spinning around ala Linda Blair and my thoughts wouldn't stay still long enough for me to grasp any particular one. Unfair, unfair, unfair! The strongest thing I'd had to drink the night before was chamomile tea and I somehow ended up with The Mother of All Hangovers!
As the day progressed, so did my symptoms--from a queasy stomach to actual stomach pain. From pain in the stomach to pain slowly making its way south. Did I somehow ingest the rats that were deserting the sinking ship in my dream? Were they trying to claw their way out of my body ala "Alien?" (Have I watched too many horror movies?)
Eventually, the burbling started. I couldn't decide whether it was the death cries of the rats or victory cry of the aliens or if something even worse was going on but it was pretty awful. (Yes, the mind and the body are intimately connected and yes, I was light-headed and dizzy and not altogether "there" mentally.)
The war played out until late last night--with all the details of the battlefield carnage that you can imagine but which I will mercifully spare you except to say that it involved poison gas. Lots and lots of poison gas.
Today, though, is different. Today I have declared victory over the Forces of Evil and I'm moving on with my life.
I'M BACK, BABY!