January 6th 2017 was probably the worst day of the year for me yet. I remember when I told my sister how I have never gotten an injury of any kind. I should t have jinxed it. I woke up at 4 am in the morning with a splitting pain in my stomach. I thought that I was just really really hungry because I hadn't eaten a lot the day before, but turns out it wasn't that at all.
I go to the kitchen hoping to get some water when I am introduced to water of my own. Turns out I was hungry because all of my digested food was stuck in my oesophagus. I immediately vomit on the kitchen floor. It lasts for about a minute till I am covered in my own mess. I immediately he'd to the bathroom to watch my feet when I sat to soil myself.
The next eight hours were pure misery. I remember the last time this happened was when we had barbeque and the meat wasn't cooked properly. It was bad. This was worse. I had three reruns of intestinal explosions and several cases toilet disasters. Remember how I said that I couldn't cry to anything? Turns out that I was completely wrong. I cried and cried to see a doctor as the pain was unbearable to me. So my mum called up her father and we went to see a doctor.
She gave me an injection right in the bottom, insisting that it would control my expulsions. What sucked more was that we had a flight to catch back to Dubai the same day. I don't remember a day when I had to constantly take medicine and sleep every two hours. Then again I don't remember the last time I had to throw projectile vomit every two hours.
Turns out we didn't have printed tickets for checking in to the flight. The security was being a real ass and not allowing us in. We finally got in. The other thing I didn't realise was that I would probably have to project a bit more while on the airport because every time I ate or drank anything, I would need the bathroom.
Thankfully I just had to use the bathroom thrice at the airport and twice in the flight. Then again there's nothing you can do at an Indian airport and Indian airline, from my experience. Once again on the Dubai airport, I had to go. My parents and sister are lucky at airports because for them they have special passes which gets them past the immigration checkpoint a lot quicker. I had to stand in line and do it by myself. That's always a pain. A unique thing about the public transport in the UAE is that their taxis are colour coordinated according to function. There's one specific for airport, one for special needs, one for ladies only etc. So while getting a taxi, we got hauled into a ladies-only taxi. Now I don't know if it was my yellow jacket that gave it away or my 'swagger'. I guess it remains a mystery, but according to me my jacket is awesome. Have to work on my swagger.
I completely crashed when I came home so that's all for today.
I go to the kitchen hoping to get some water when I am introduced to water of my own. Turns out I was hungry because all of my digested food was stuck in my oesophagus. I immediately vomit on the kitchen floor. It lasts for about a minute till I am covered in my own mess. I immediately he'd to the bathroom to watch my feet when I sat to soil myself.
The next eight hours were pure misery. I remember the last time this happened was when we had barbeque and the meat wasn't cooked properly. It was bad. This was worse. I had three reruns of intestinal explosions and several cases toilet disasters. Remember how I said that I couldn't cry to anything? Turns out that I was completely wrong. I cried and cried to see a doctor as the pain was unbearable to me. So my mum called up her father and we went to see a doctor.
She gave me an injection right in the bottom, insisting that it would control my expulsions. What sucked more was that we had a flight to catch back to Dubai the same day. I don't remember a day when I had to constantly take medicine and sleep every two hours. Then again I don't remember the last time I had to throw projectile vomit every two hours.
Turns out we didn't have printed tickets for checking in to the flight. The security was being a real ass and not allowing us in. We finally got in. The other thing I didn't realise was that I would probably have to project a bit more while on the airport because every time I ate or drank anything, I would need the bathroom.
Thankfully I just had to use the bathroom thrice at the airport and twice in the flight. Then again there's nothing you can do at an Indian airport and Indian airline, from my experience. Once again on the Dubai airport, I had to go. My parents and sister are lucky at airports because for them they have special passes which gets them past the immigration checkpoint a lot quicker. I had to stand in line and do it by myself. That's always a pain. A unique thing about the public transport in the UAE is that their taxis are colour coordinated according to function. There's one specific for airport, one for special needs, one for ladies only etc. So while getting a taxi, we got hauled into a ladies-only taxi. Now I don't know if it was my yellow jacket that gave it away or my 'swagger'. I guess it remains a mystery, but according to me my jacket is awesome. Have to work on my swagger.
I completely crashed when I came home so that's all for today.
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