In Continuum.

Regurgitation Part Two

So it is back to the warm water bag,the bottles of water,the late night groans and the stomach-hugging.Of course,this time involved waking up to a room that was two degrees too cold and a dog by the side of my legs,wondering what the hell just happened.My stomach is working up again,and i suspect the drinks that i had on the previous night.I wonder what drove me to drink all those liquid,i wonder what drove me to utter stupidity.But no matter the reason,this is what happened.

I logged off from the internet,the sound of the computer ticking off resonated as i tucked myself in next to the Maltese in the floor.It was a cold night,and i quivered as i got myself comfortable.There was a strange feeling in my stomach again,but i ignored it and rooted the problem to the dropping temperature.But that ignorance didnt help,as the feeling grew and grew like the last time i experienced it in Singapore.It's not exactly gastric or stomach-flu,but that strange sensation of vomit wanting to come out but cant,and you end up burping nonstop all through the night.

I woke up at 530am,if i slept at all,and sat in bed wondering if i should wake the ladies for some pills.They woke up anyway,and i ended up sitting on the cold couch at 6am with a bucket of hot water under my feet,a warm waterbag on my stomach and more groaning.I havent slept at all,and the dog was curious why i was groaning so bad in the first place.The curious incident of the dog in the night,sniffing around the bucket of water while licking my wet toes,showing it's little act of kindness in the midst of not knowing anything whatsoever.

I hate this feeling,of wanting to vomit but cant.I think it mustve been the vodka i drank last night,mixed with two bottles of water,beef noodle as dinner,two cups of home-made coffee and then chinese tea.It's not that either of them were particularly strong,but the mixture of them mustve caused something to bubble up inside of me.It felt like a ball revolving around in my stomach,threatening to tear the tissue off the sides of my intestines.It wasnt pain,just this dull sensation of regurgitation.It felt bad,really bad.And as i sat with my feet submerged,i wondered why i am having these strange sensation more often as of late.Nothing has changed,not my eating habits,or the food that i am eating.Just strange i guess,or maybe i am growing weaker?

I think i am feeling better now,sitting in the cold livingroom with my mother and aunt wandering around,talking about stuff while i groaned.It's been an hour,and the previously curious dog has now collapsed in it's own bed,dreaming of a nice dog-bowl of shredded chicken and perhaps a female Maltese,if it knows of the existence of female Malteses at all.With the bottom up,hind legs kicking the empty air,i envied how readily it could turn off and fall asleep while i suffered from excessive gas.You,damn dog.