Dumping Syndrome

So...lets be totally honest here. Dumping syndrome SUCKS!!!!!! I found this out today first hand. It began when I went to get my nails done. I was sitting in the chair while the lady was filing my nails (which by the way the look awful). She was happily filing away while my guts were churning like Hurricane Ike! Sweat was pouring off of me. By the time my nails were done and I was waiting for the bus to come, the paper towel I had been using to wipe my fevered brow was soaked through. I got on the bus (which finally arrived 10 hot minutes later) and immediately recognized the driver as one I had had before. One of course that has the hurry up and speed like a demon to the next red light where he slams on the breaks so bad that everybody lurches forward with the momentum of the bus.

I was finally released from bus hell at the corner of Craig and Bayard where I promptly exited to the sanctity of solid ground. On the half block walk to my apartment I stopped twice to hold my tummy and groan, not feeling like I was actually going to make to the bathroom in my apartment. The idea of having a bathroom type of accident in the street near my apartment terrifies me.

I finally got to my building and while waiting for the elevator to arrive I leaned against the nice cool germ covered wall. I know I only live on the 2nd floor and could have walked it, its difficult to climb a flight of stairs when you're squeezing your cheeks together so you don't have an accident. Once in the elevator the smell of cigarette smoke from the building manager overwhelmed me and the urge to vomit almost overwhelmed me. On my way out of the elevator I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants in anticipation of walking through my door, throwing my stuff off my shoulders, slamming the door and having a nice intimate relationship with my porcelain goddess.

Finally my door was staring me in the face, but I could manage to get my key in the door. My hand was so shaky that I had to hold the key hand with the other hand and guide the key to the key hole. I finally got through the door to the beautiful release that I had been longing for. Needless to say that I was on the potty for at least 15 minutes. Shortly after I decided that it would be best to cancel my doctors appointment. After canceling the nurse called me back and we went through all of my symptoms and were able to determine that it was definitely a dumping syndrome incident. Now tomorrow morning I have to call her back and let her know that I'm okay.

I slept from 3:00 to 7:00 in the same fetal position that I had started off in. I never stay in the same position when I sleep. I still had the TV remote in my hand, though I had never turned it on. My cell phone, which had received several messages, never even woke me up. All I can say is that DUMPING SUCKS!!!!!! I aim to never do that again, but I'm not sure how to not do it again since I don't actually know what the hell caused it. All I ate was an extremely moist chicken meatball. Nothing unusual, unless there was a new spice that I hadn't had yet. Either way, I'm having a bit of broth for dinner and that's it. Then I'm going back to bed.