Monday
Palpable symptoms of gastritis first thing in the morning. Packed a carton of milk and a bottle of Nexium to work. Skipped dinner but prepared for the worst, and I slept with the phone next to the pillow.
Tuesday
No E.R. visit in the middle of the night, but woke up feeling queasy. The half day of work that I planned stretched into a full day. Had porridge for dinner, just to be safe.
Wednesday
I started thinking that I diverted a need for E.R. visit. My spirit was up but my focus was lost. I clocked in and out of work.
Thursday
Woke up moaning. The condition obviously took a turn for the worse, but I stubbornly readied myself and went to work...only to leave before 10AM. The doctor quadrupled my prescription dosage, and gave me other medications. At home, in bed, a good night that went unsaid the evening before turned into a regret.
Friday
I could not get to the medications in the kitchen. Thankfully, mom called around lunch hour to yell at me for not taking care of myself, so I forced myself up. In a couple hours, I was finally able to sit up.
Saturday
The fever finally subsided. Family swung by to take me out to see some sunlight. Except for the nausea that follows each meal, stomach feels much better. It is mostly the weakness from not having eaten more than one meal's worth of food in four days that need tending.
Sunday
No more porridge. Please.
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