What is viral gastroenteritis?

Gastroenteritis means inflammation of the stomach and small and large intestines. Viral gastroenteritis is an infection caused by a variety of viruses that results in vomiting or diarrhea. It is often called the "stomach flu," although it is not caused by the influenza viruses.

What causes viral gastroenteritis?

Many different viruses can cause gastroenteritis, including rotaviruses, adenoviruses, caliciviruses, astroviruses, Norwalk virus, and a group of Noroviruses. Viral gastroenteritis is not caused by bacteria (such as Salmonella or Escherichia coli) or parasites (such as Giardia), or by medications or other medical conditions, although the symptoms may be similar. Your doctor can determine if the diarrhea is caused by a virus or by something else.

What are the symptoms of viral gastroenteritis?

The main symptoms of viral gastroenteritis are watery diarrhea and vomiting. The affected person may also have headache, fever, and abdominal cramps ("stomach ache"). In general, the symptoms begin 1 to 2 days following infection with a virus that causes gastroenteritis and may last for 1 to 10 days, depending on which virus causes the illness.

Mood: visibly sick...
Listening to: Ring in my ears. Bubbles in my tummy.
Reading: Gastroenteritis: Your New Weight Loss Plan
Watching: Titan A.E.

i am not dead. my lack of journal entries was due, at first to being busy. Now, since about this time last night, there has been a party in my pants. And after the abuse i put my clay tent through at the party on Saturday, this little bug should do the trick in cleansing me. After all, there are benefits to flushing your system through virii.

Saturday night, i did something very stupid. i drank Jagermeister and did a one hitter.

i rarely drink anymore. i have not done drugs in years. Plus, add to the fact that since August, i put myself on a all organic diet, eating no more than 1000-1500 calories during the week and exercising everyday, i was totally unprepared for the reaction of the opiates in Jager and the opiates in the herbs. i started the evening off by drinking this substance called Jag-Nog, which is egg nog with Jager mixed into it. It tasted good but, little did i know that there was between two and three shots of Jager in each. i drank three servings of this.

Then, when a friend of mine arrived, she wanted to go outside and smoke some pot. i was not drunk, or even feeling the normal warm effects of the alcohol like i normally do when i have drank in the past so, i was all for joining her. i knew there was something wrong right after i took the hit.

my vision went into strobelight mode. i could still hear things in real time but, the shutter speed on my eyes was seriously slow. The only way to speed this up was to walk, as this has happened to me before in the past when i used to smoke pot regularlly. As i walked with my fellow space traveller, she queried me as to what i was feeling and what i had to drink. i explained. She then informed me of the contents of Jager. i collapsed in the street and stared at the sky. i had seen these types of tracers before. When the heroin was on it's last leg, and the cold began to creep into my veins, that was the ghost of that feeling. i regained my composure. i knew what i had to do. i returned to the back yard, my companion left me alone to warm herself inside, and i found a nice quiet corner to force myself to vacate my insides.

Now, this is not just a physical act for me. For i know that my consciousness is greater than any man-made substance that i could put in my system. As i curled my pointed tongue to tickle the back of my throat, i focused my thoughts and energy. Thick streams of white flew from my parted lips in silence while thick streams of white energy channeled through my head chakra to push the negative energy out along with it. i paused and checked my cell phone's clock. For twenty minutes i continued, until others came outside and i was no longer alone. i wiped my foul mouth, righted myself on my legs of rubber and elongated feet, and entered inside to seek a large container of water.

The energy of the party hit me like a cold, hard wave of paranoia. i battled back and focused on my goal to get water. The other invitees swarmed around me like bacteria in a drop of pond water. The voices and the questions were almost too much to bear. i retired again to the damp, freezing climes of Dean's hidden back deck, outside, just beyond his inground swimming pool. It was there i began to be flooded with memories. my brain has never faded any of my past into a watercolor painting. All those memories remain as fresh filed, digital films, in a library of chemicals and flesh. When it wants or when i want, files are loaded and played back with vivid color and 5.1 surround sound. i again had to regain my composure from the attack.

i wept with all the boundaries gone in silence. i did not want any attention but, in the same moment, wished that an angel would come and scoop me away or sit with me awhile, as my snot clogged nose buried itself into her warm, empathic lap. No one came, as is assured. i did what i had to do. i drank my water, threw up again then, gather my belongings and drove myself home. Yes, i drove under the influence but, thankfully, there was none at that late hour on the roads i travelled. A policeman did sit next to me at a traffic light. i hoped that he would not notice the imaginary neon sign i had above my head that flashed "STONED! STONED! THIS MAN! STONED! POLICE! STONED! THIS MAN! STONED!". The magistrate turned left. i continued on forward into the inky night with Jeremy Irons' voice soothing me with Nabokov's words over my speakers.

In my drive, i had a realization. i accounted for my body's healtier condition, twenty-seven pounds lighter and lots of veggies, for the acuteness of the effects of those substances. But, more than that, i realized that the chapter on my self-medication had been closed. i no longer needed to numb myself for i tear the scabs from my wounds and restitch them without anethesia. i need the pain because the pain verifies the healing and the evolution. Growth in any form is painful. Healing in any form is painful. To linger with pain management is and would be a childish game, for me. my disease has progressed past the need for it. Now, i would rather carve the cancer from my chest with a rusty spoon than submit myself to a morphine drip. i am my own surgeon, not a sadist. Only i am the expert on my own wounds. Ultimately, i can only help those who ask for it and even then, i can only give them ideas on which they will build their own custom designed surgical procedure.

A smile ran over my face in the twilight. All i wanted in that moment of realization was to embrace all of those who have suffered. Take them all onto my back, force my metal, leather and wire wings from my spine and gather all of us away to a place where we can cry, bleed and smile in peace. i still truly Love.

i need to get back to bed.

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