I was in the middle of doing all of the things I'd been putting off last night when, out of nowhere, I became fatigued. Then my head started to pound.
So I took a bath and went to bed.
It was 8:30PM.
I watched a bad movie. As I watched, my stomach started to hurt.
I put a heading pad on it and the pain subsided.
But the more the movie dragged on, the more the head throbbed.
Finally I had to turn it off and attempt to sleep.
But the throbbing in my head kept waking me up.
I thought it was going to explode.
I found a bandanna, wrapped it around my head, and tied it tight.
Still it felt like it was going to exlode.
It awakened me so many times I took a Tylenol PM.
I thought, "What am I doing with my life?"
Finally, around 2AM, I started to feel nauseous.
I leaned over the toilet. Nothing came out.
In fact it just made the head hurt more.
So I got out the bucket and went back to sleep.
Twenty minutes later I ran to the toilet and was violenty ill.
It was like Monty Python's projectile vomiting scene.
Yet I was aware enough to notice that I cried as I threw up.
When I finished, I noticed that the head already throbbed less.
I got what I could out of my throat and went back to bed.
At one point I got up, canceled this morning's Mysore date and went back to sleep.
When I woke up for real, I was thankful that I had re-stocked the ginger ale and saltine crackers.
I watched Love that Brute with Paul Douglas.
I loved it: A Chicago mobster goes for an uptight WASP governess from Michigan.
I loved Douglas even more. What a mug!
Apparently I am now into big, craggy old men.
He reminds me a little of beat-up 6'2" Bollywood actor Sanjay Dutt, who's been in trouble for gangster activities during the 1993 Bombay bombings and is now on his third marriage.
I looked up Douglas; he was married five times.
No wonder I find him attractive....