Yesterday for the second consecutive evening, I was to bed by mid-evening, for my younger brother was tardy arriving home from wherever he had been drinking.
I had alerted my wife that if he was not present by 8:30 p.m., that I would be seeking bed as soon as I noticed him arriving home. I don't like wasting my time with him when he is too inebriated to remain conscious while we are watching our shows via the Android TV Box that I operate.
Besides, I typically play an episode each of three different series, and doing so too late into the evening can result in me sitting up until midnight. I prefer an early bedtime so that I can rise early to work upon whatever post I have under construction at one of my six hosted websites.
My wife was showering when I heard my brother enter the house ─ I was seated here upstairs at my computer. So just as I had warned my wife that I would, I quickly retired myself.
As usual, sleep would come and go. Then when my wife finally came to bed and turned off the light, I peeked at the time and saw it to be something like 12:18 a.m. Normally, my brother only watches T.V. until around midnight before he goes to bed.
So I rose in that hope, and sure enough ─ his bedroom door was closed, and I could see the light illuminating the base of the door. He had fairly newly gone to his room.
I was free to perform that website work.
I think that it may have been nigh 4:00 a.m. before I was back to bed. At the time, I noticed some peculiar intestinal activity that was not exactly normal.
Anon, I would experience some sharply painful cramping. However, I would manage to continue my routine of slipping into and out of some sleep. Yet the cramping would recur, and was definitely intense. Even so, I was never able to pass any 'wind'. In other words, if it was due to a buildup of flatulence that was trapped, it never seemed to be any nearer getting released. The cramp would subside, but reassert itself some while after. There was no escaping it.
Around 6:00 a.m. I decided to use the toilet and see if I was able to obtain some relief by consciously (or voluntarily) forcing any kind of movement of my bowels.
The cramping was distinctly bad by this time ─ rather alarmingly so.
Initially I was able to pass some properly-formed matter; and then eventually I seemed to be passing some that was being extruded as if it was semisolid.
But still the cramping was manifesting with dreadful intensity. I began having concern that my wife would rise to use the toilet, for I was spending a lot of time there. At least 10 minutes had passed, and I was growing clammy from the exertion and, frankly, from the cramp pain I was enduring.
And then the diarrhea set in. With that floodgate opened up, 'bad wind' began to pass as well. By this time, I wished that I was alone in the house so that I could suffer in peace and not be apprehensive that my wife might soon require use of the toilet.
After about 15 minutes had passed and I seemed near the limit of being able to pass anything further, I realized that I was feeling somewhat nauseous.
What was going on with me?
My wife had been home for two days, so I had been eating a lot of her spicy cooking ─ I even add extra spicing from the batch she always mixes up of chopped red chili peppers and fish sauce, spooning most of a teaspoon of this onto whatever I am eating.
Was this the problem, then?
Or might it even be from the treatment I gave myself that afternoon with my nebulizer and hydrogen peroxide, wearing the plastic mask over my nose and mouth and deeply inhaling the vapours for about 15 minutes?
Had the antiseptic cleansing this had finally induced resulted in an aftermath of this sort ─ a deep purging? I have previously had at least three other such daily sessions with no similar consequence.
Or had I ingested a noxious microbe and was experiencing some food poisoning of an amoebic, bacterial, or viral origin?
Whatever the cause, the nausea did pass, but I still felt myself to be beading moisture as if in the grip of some overall fever ─ that clammy sensation.
I felt better, however, and made my return to bed.
Again, sleep came and went in poor fashion; and when at last I felt I should rise just ahead of 9:00 a.m., I felt exceedingly ill-slept. My brother was already downstairs watching T.V.
I remained upstairs here at my computer until about 10:00 a.m. before joining him, and putting our Android TV Box into action.
My wife soon rose after I had joined my brother. She freshened up, and then did some fast cooking.
And then around 10:50 a.m., she headed for the front door and ─ wishing us a good day ─ she apparently left to go to work at her friend's Thai restaurant after her two-day break.
I do not expect her back until Sunday or even Monday, for she spends most of her free time somewhere in Vancouver (such is our sorry marriage).
During the early noon hour, I felt a further need to spend some time on the toilet. It was nothing like my early morning session, but it still took longer than I was happy about, for I missed quite a lot of the show that was playing on T.V.
My brother finally sought some bed rest around 1:10 p.m., so that was the finish of our midday T.V.
I considered returning to bed for a nap, but I felt that I should eat something first. I just didn't feel much like I could.
Then another session at the toilet occurred ─ nothing too severe, but still some diarrhea. However, I was then able to eat my first small meal.
My brother soon emerged from his bedroom; and then before too long, he left for the afternoon.
The overcast morning had given way to quite a lot of sunshine, so I opted to sit out in the backyard and sun my front for 40 minutes before napping. And so I donned my gym-style shorts, and at 2:46 p.m. put in just over 40 minutes lounging low in a deck- or lawn chair, my bared feet on the ground.
My eldest stepson had taken off before I went outside; and since the younger lad had yet to show his face, I locked the front door.
But just as I was about to return into the house, I heard him address me as he came around the corner of the house. He had been to work, and was just arriving home ─ without his house key.
Anyway, that freed me up to finally get my nap after unlocking the front door. First, though, I paid one final visit to the toilet.
I hope I am done with the intestinal distress.
It is now approaching 7:15 p.m. and I still have an exercise session to put myself through, so I am going to call it quits for today's blogging activity.
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